Being Kirk’s pet was just plain hot. She no longer had any reservations about the term; as far as she was concerned he could have called her his train set if it meant she got to come the way he made her come.A knock at the door one morning made Tessa, excited to see Kirk, run to it. It was a little early for a visit, but maybe he was going to give her a ride to the hospital. She threw the door open—and immediately slammed it shut. The knocking turned into hammering as her visitor began pounding his fist against the wood. It was not Kirk. It was not anyone close to Kirk.“Open the fucking door, Tessa!”“Hold on, I’m getting your money,” she shouted back.She grabbed the cash from her last paycheck, opened the door, and thrust it at the heavyset man with the angry eyes. Angus was an enforcer for one of the many, many people her younger brother owed money to.“Here,” she said. “A thousand dollars. That’s what he owes, right?”“It’s two thousand,” he said. “Interest charges.”“Two thousand?
