Find Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book Two) - Plot & Excerpts
A shallow man. She’s got the temperature in her luxury Brooklyn Heights condo so hot that she’s walking around in a tee, and white shorts so high that they could double-up as a bra. A bra which she desperately needs, because her tee is so see-through I’ve been able to make out the dark shade of her areolae already several times this morning. Two grand an hour, I keep saying to myself. With an option to get three for her “friends.” Just put up with her shit and take the two grand an hour. We’ve done everything from move the couch to the east wall, then back, then to the east wall again; moved two Picasso-style paintings from the bedroom to the lounge, and back again. We’ve also moved the bed, several times. And the couch in there as well, while she’s lain on the bed and watched us, sucking on an ice pop. Slowly. And using a lot of tongue. I’ve tried to keep it professional, but this is so far beyond it that I can’t even think straight. At twelve, things get worse. Her posse arrives.
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