Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming.
Ruby was sin and sex.
The ultimate indulgence and worth every penny she cost me. I paid for her body, but didn't know she'd end up embedded in my soul.
Elias was dark and tempting.
Unmatched in intensity and passion compared to my other clients. He handed me cash in exchange for my touch, and he dug himself into my heart instead.
Money changes things, firms up the lines of a relationship. But when it becomes an addiction—an all-
consuming, life-changing addiction—the lines are completely obliterated.
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I laughed under my breath before stepping forward and punching the emergency stop button on the elevator.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide in her face. Her pale face. Ever since that douche stepped into her space, all the color had been sucked from her skin.
Which is how I knew she was fucking lying to me.
No former client would have given her that kind of reaction. That guy knew her. And not just biblically, but definitely that too, given the crazy-ass gleam in his eyes when he looked at her.
When I didn’t answer right away, she fidgeted, crossing her arms over her stomach and then letting them drop again. Then she swept a hand through her hair, making sure the curls were still laying over one shoulder.
“Beck and call, right?” I rasped out, leaning my shoulder against the wall of the elevator.
“You. You’re at my beck and call for these thirty days, right? This being day one.”
She mimicked me, leaning her shoulder against the opposite wall, essentially facing off with me in the small space. “That’s right. Do we need to discuss this now?”
There was a slight edge to her voice that I’d never heard before, and I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest to say that it hardened me even further. “Why not?”
“Because I prefer not to have business discussions when I’m in a box that’s suspended sixteen floors above the ground.”
“We’re not going to have a discussion.” I straightened, undoing my belt. Her eyes tracked the slow movements of my hands.
“I’m not having sex in this elevator.”
“No, you’re not.” I raised one eyebrow, and lifted my chin at her. “You’re going to get on your knees for me. I want to know what your lipstick looks like on my dick.”
Alex Lucian is an author living on the eastern coast of the United States who appreciates being anonymous, for personal and professional reasons. Tempting is Alex's first novel.
Tempting (The Tempting Series: Book 1)
Beguiling (The Tempting Series: Book Two)
Provocative (The Tempting Series: Book Three)