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(c) 2007, Michelle Hasker
www.michellehasker.com
As Tom lay there, flat on his back, naked and helpless as a newborn babe, he stared up at his mistress for the night and wondered what in the hell his sister had been thinking. When he said he wanted Dom, he’d meant a bottle of champagne. But Maggie, true to her fluttery nature, had misunderstood him. Either on purpose or by accident, he hadn’t decided which yet.
“Are you ready for this, slave?”
“Um, no.” Tom never moved as fast in his life as he did now. He scrambled off that bed and back into his clothes before Mistress Rae had a chance to maneuver in her 3 inch heels.
“Tom? You aren’t leaving are you? Maggie paid for the whole night. She wanted you to have the entire package.”
“I don’t care. Keep the money. It’s what she deserves for thinking I’d do something like this.” Tom tugged his shoes on and reached for his jacket, making sure he still had his wallet, cell phone, and keys.
“You almost did.”
“I need to learn to say no more,” Tom said as he ran for the door.
Once outside, he closed it, and leaned against the solid oak, trying to get his bearings. Why had Maggie done this to him? Why had he almost gone along with it? Thank god Woody hadn’t risen to the occasion. His abrupt leaving might have been harder to explain if he’d been aroused.
As he found the stairs and took them two at a time, he tried to decide the best way to make his sister pay. But then again, he thought with a grin, Maggie had already paid. Probably a pretty penny too, judging by the expensive furnishings in Mistress Rae’s apartment. Or better yet, he’d set her up with his friend Ty. Ty wasn’t into women, but he wasn’t about to tell Maggie. She’d figure it out sooner or later.
Tom pulled out his cell phone and barked Ty’s name into it. “Hello, Ty? What are you doing Friday night? Nothing? Excellent.”
(c) 2007, Tina Bendoni
Marla stood over the naked man that had been in her bed moments ago. Gun at her side.
“Do you mind telling me what the fuck you think you were doing?”
“I – I.”
“You what? You thought you’d sneak into my apartment when I wasn’t home so I would find you in my bed?”
The man tried to grin. “You always wanted spontaneity.”
“Spontaneity, Ed, not stupidity.”
“Well I was trying to surprise you.”
“God dammit, Ed, you know better than that. I’m a cop. If I find someone naked in my bed I’m not going to welcome him with open arms. Especially after an all-nighter on the strip looking for the prostitute killer.
I dumped your ass two months ago, what the hell are you doing here?” Marla stepped away from her ex-boyfriend.
“Which reminds me. I took my key back. How the hell did you get in?”
Something flickered across his face. “I made a copy.”
“You bastard.” Marla kicked him in the leg with her four inch heeled boots. “I deal with pricks like you on the squad every night. I don’t need you here. Now or ever again. Now get the fuck out.”
“But, Marla.”
“Don’t Marla me. Get dressed, leave the key and get the fuck out. And if I ever see you back here again, I’ll make sure the boys in B&E give you a night you won’t soon forget.”
