What They Want
My phone pings. I dig it out of the deep pocket of my leather jacket and glance down at the screen. [b]You have been sent $40[/b], it says. I sigh and flick in my passcode. The money came from Benny, a fat and sweaty pig. Not quite my type, but he’s...
Impromptu Meeting
It had been a week since Cymmie's gentleman caller had last made his appearance and they had gone to dinner together. She had started to worry she would not hear from the mastiff again. Yet the logical part of her knew that was not likely, if she was...
Smoky Santello
"and you developed a weird smoking fetish," bea said. another deep puff, and she let the smoke coil across the short distance between them. jack breathed it in gladly, never breaking eye contact with her. "i think we both know who came out on top."