Chapters (24)
- Copyright and DisclaimerCopyright © July 2016, Charlene Hartnady
- Table of Contents:Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Author’s Note
- Books by this author
- Excerpt
“Keep cleaning,” the guy said. His face had a pinched look. His back was to the closed closet door. He wasn’t dressing. He wasn’t even attempting to dress. His hand worked his cock. Up and down. In slow easy strokes. Forget Richard Gere, this guy was a creep with a capital C. Gross!
“What the hell are you doing?” She sounded pissed. Which was good, because she felt pissed. Her cheeks felt hot and she could hear the sound of her heart beating. It was as if the thing was in her ears.
“Ignore me and keep cleaning. I won’t touch you.” His voice sounded strained. Of course it was strained. He was getting himself off. His hand was still going. Tug, tug, up and down. Her eyes tracked the movement in a kind of sick fascination.
“You’re some kind of sicko,” she blurted. “You like watching people clean?” What the hell! Talk about a strange fetish.
He made a groaning sound that told her she was right on the money. “There’s a hundred bucks on the dresser.” He pointed with his free hand. “It’s yours. Just clean the room and ignore me.”
She shook her head. “You are nuts. I’m out of here.” No way! Forget it!
“Clean the fucking room and take the money or you’ll regret it.” His eyes narrowed and his hand stopped tugging.
An icy tendril of fear wound itself around her. “I’m not some kind of...” She grit her teeth. “I refuse to—”
“I said that I won’t touch you. Clean my room and do it now. It’s what you’re being paid to do. There’s an extra tip in it for you as well.” He glanced at the dresser. “Now be a good little cleaning lady and do your fucking job.”
“Fuck you,” she whispered as she walked out of the room. Her back prickled and for just a second she expected him to grab her from behind or to attack her or something but he didn’t. At the very least she expected an insult to be hurled at her but there wasn’t. The door closed behind her.
Her heart pounded. What the hell! She’d only been working for the hotel for a couple of months and although she’d encountered some weird shit, what had just happened was top on the list. She could have done with the hundred bucks but not like that. Forget it.