Catching up

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Monday's Excerpt

Dangerous Attraction is an IR story about Kayla, a young African-American woman, who takes a Greyhound to Las Vegas in the hope of beginning a new life. She ends up working as a waitress in a topless pancake house. There she meets rich and debonair Deacon Masters who offers her the life of a princess to travel the world and receive the kind of gifts she only once dreamed of. It's published by Lady Leo Publishing.
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Four months later, I was working the 11:00 pm to 7:00 am shift. The week had been very busy because of several conventions being held at nearby hotels. Though our dump of a restaurant was off the strip, we never had to advertise. Most of our patrons learned about us through word of mouth.

My shift was nearly over when two well-dressed men sat down in my section. One was attractive, in his late forties with brown hair going gray at the sides. He had a well-maintained suntan, which emphasized his light blue eyes. The other man, a light-skinned African-American, was younger and bigger. His broad shoulders strained the seams of his jacket. He was pure eye-candy, with the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen on a man. I figured he was his bodyguard.

I brought over two menus, and the older man told me to start with two coffees. I noticed that he wore an expensive-looking watch and a diamond pinky ring. Everything about him seemed to shout money. However, being well-dressed and apparently having money didn’t always translate into a big tipper, something I’d learned quickly. He did most of the talking, while the younger man merely nodded. Both men ordered a deluxe breakfast consisting of orange juice, an oversized stack of pancakes, sausage, toast, and coffee, which I refilled often.

As I freshened their cups for the second time, the older guy asked me my name. One thing about serving tables topless, you had no place to pin a nametag.

“Kayla.”

“That’s a beautiful name. Don’t you agree, Morgan?”

The younger man smiled at me and said, “It’s a perfect name for her.”

I smiled back and asked if there was anything else I could get them.

The older man caught me off guard with his next question. “Do you have an old man at home, sweetheart?”

I shook my head, surprised at myself for telling him the truth. Normally I didn’t give out any personal information.

“Then perhaps you’ll have dinner with me some time?”

“I don’t date men I don’t know.”

He tapped his head with his forefinger. “How forgetful of me. Where are my manners? I’m Deacon Masters and this is my assistant, Morgan Grant.”

“You don’t expect me to go out with you now just because I know your name?”

“Why not?”

“How would I know if it’s your real name?”

“She’s got me there, Morgan. Any suggestions?”

The younger man leaned over and whispered something into his boss’s ear.
A man sitting in a booth waved at me. “Excuse me,” I said, “I have to bring something to another table. I’ll be right back.”

Mary Jo caught me as I walked into the kitchen. “Who are those hotties?”

“The older guy wants to take me to dinner.”

“You go, girlfriend!”

“But, I don’t know him. He could be a crazy, for all I know.”

“So you don’t see him again.”

“I won’t—especially if I’m dead.”

“You see too much CSI, girl. Go out and have a good time.”
When I returned to Deacon’s table, he handed me a business card. A quick glance told me he was an importer of fine wines.

“What you can’t tell from the card is that I travel a great deal and make lots of money, which I enjoy spending on beautiful women. All I’m asking for is a date, but if we click, I can give you your heart’s desires.”

Excerpt from: CHRISTMAS WITH A STRANGER

In the wee hours two days before Christmas, Allie, a young, African-American graphic artist living contently with her boyfriend, is awakened by a distress call from her boss. Knowing she possesses a pilot’s license, he asks her to fly to Maine to pick up Roy Colby, a stranded potential client, and bring him back to Manhattan. She imagines Colby, the owner of a chain of stores, to be a middle-aged guy with a paunch and isn’t prepared for the handsome, blond-haired man waiting at the airport. However, the plane develops engine trouble and she’s forced to make an emergency landing. Rescue is prevented by a snow storm and they take shelter in an abandoned shack. After spending a stolen night of bliss, the two are rescued. But, will they ever be able to return to their lovers at home and forget one another?

CHRISTMAS WITH A STRANGER
Published by Lady Leo Publishing

The persistent ringing of the phone jarred me out of a sound sleep. Wesley stirred next to me. Not wanting the phone to waken him, I rolled over and fumbled for the receiver. Without warning, Wesley’s arm shot out and grabbed my breast. I swatted it away, as I tried to talk. He could be so annoying sometimes.

“Allie, are you awake?” Even in my half comatose state, I recognized the voice as Joe Brown’s, my boss at Brown, Wyckoff, and Jones Advertising Agency. I mouthed, “Stop it!” to Wesley, who decided to ignore what I was telling him and fondle me anyway.

“No. I'm sleeping like all normal people do at this hour after drinking and raising hell at the office Christmas party.”

“Jump into the shower and throw on some clothes. I need you to do an enormous favor for me.”

“Come on, Joe. It’s five a.m. on a Saturday morning. That’s my day off, in case you’ve forgotten. Besides, Christmas is the day after tomorrow and I still have to wrap my Christmas presents.” Okay, the last part was a white lie, but I needed my sleep, not that I’d get any now that Wesley was pawing me.

“I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important, Allie.”

“So is my sleep.”

“Roy Colby of Helper Stores, has an appointment with Tom to discuss the possibility of signing on with us. I don’t have to tell you what his business could mean to our firm.”

“That's all very nice, but couldn’t you have waited to tell me this wonderful news at a more humane hour…say some time after noon—tomorrow?”

“That's not the reason I called. You've got to pick him up at the Bangor Airport. His flight to New York was cancelled at the last minute.”

“As in Maine?”

“That’s where I’ve heard Bangor to be.”

“Why, me?”

“Because you’re a pilot.”

“That’s just a hobby, not what you hired me for.” Boy, did I ever regret having told him I had a pilot’s license.

“Please, Allie. I need you to do this for me. Listen, I’m begging you.”

“Oh, stop your groveling. I’m up already....”

“I knew I could count on you.”

“Never again. Especially this early in the morning. Promise?”

“I promise. And Allie…Thank you. Now get going!”

No sooner had I put the phone down, Wesley was straddling me.

“Look, Wes, I gotta go. Joe needs me—”

“Joe always needs you do something. Your job always seems to come first, lately.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“Then prove it!” He tried to persuade me by rubbing his cock against my sex.

“Big baby!” I chided as I straddled his back with my legs.

With his morning hard-on, he slammed into me like a jackhammer. To tell the truth, it felt good and I really wished I had more time. We both climaxed quickly. Wesley pulled out of me and proceeded to go back to sleep while I went to take a quick shower and dress. I left a note on his night table explaining where I'd gone, promising to be back late afternoon. Then I called ahead to make sure the plane I usually rented was available and ready to go.