I mentally shake myself. I haven’t gotten a spontaneous hard-on since I was twelve. What’s up with that? Looks like I’m going to have to call that hottie who slipped me her number in the coffeehouse this morning.
Emma ChaseI tell them how it is, give them a good time and then the cab fare home. Thank you, good night. Don’t call me, ’cause I sure as shit won’t be calling you.
Emma ChaseAlthough my mind recognizes that Kate Brooks is now my rival, apparently my cock hasn’t gotten the memo.
Emma ChaseThose are the girls I want to meet in a bar on a Saturday night—not the kind I want answering my phones Monday morning.
Emma ChaseNo, I haven’t fucked her. Not that I wouldn’t love to. Trust me, if she didn’t work for me, I’d hit that harder than Mohammed Ali.
Emma ChaseSome women can handle a one-night stand. Others can’t. And I have definitely been on the wrong end of those who can’t. It ain’t pretty.
Emma ChaseThen I flip Kate the finger. Immature, I know, but apparently we’re now both functioning at the preschool level, so I’m guessing it’s okay. Kate sneers at me. Then she mouths, You wish. Well—she’s got me there, now doesn’t she?
Emma ChaseI told you how I grew up. I never had to share my toys; I don’t plan on sharing my clients. Ask any four-year-old—sharing sucks.
Emma ChaseIndifference is not exactly a reaction I’m used to from women. Frankly, it’s a little hard to take. I feel my jaw clench…
Emma ChaseThat’s good, Kate. Fine. Love Billy. Marry Billy. Just please…God…please just fuck me.
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