PROLOGUE:
“I paid for your services, Ma’am,” he says, pulling my hand, “I would appreciate your time.”
I stiffen at the grip.
The words are heavier than his touch, but I don’t move right away, my nerves unsettled. Instead, my fingers curl slightly in his grasp, a quiet reminder of what I’ve been reduced to, these kinds of transactions, before I finally turn my attention to him.
I smirk with a sultry intention.
Perfected.
I study him, a slow once-over, before lifting an eyebrow. He’s very intriguing, mighty handsome, and I see too many side glances from the ladies nearby.
A tall, clean fella like him is unusual in this place, especially in this saloon. The worn wood floors and dim lantern lights don’t hide his untouched straps. He stands out like he wandered into this dirt.
“Why, cowboy… what would you like?” I ask, puckering my lips as I size him up, giving that hot body a once-over and wondering what an hour with him might be worth.
He tips his cowboy hat, a hint of a grin beneath the brim.
“Your time, darlin”
My gaze drifts over every inch of him.
Slowly.
Well, hell.
Maybe this cowboy might be worth my time.
“Confidence is cute, but I prefer currency, good looking.”
I wink just enough to let him know I appreciate the view or I simply enjoy the entertainment.
Damn, he definitely looks like one fine ride!
“I have a certain need, Ma’am” he states.
I nodded quite intrigued.
In this saloon, we hear about every kind of demand. Forbidden is like our bread and butter! Still, as intriguing as he is, I have to stay safe from low bribers.
I’ve learned to remain sharp. Especially for the saddle slicker who likes to come in quiet, offering something different. That’s where trouble starts.
Some things aren’t worth my coin!
Cowboys are trouble, but the handsome ones know exactly how to smile you into bad decisions.
They could make you forget you knew better.
I test his eyes searching for something that tells me he’s either worth the risk.
His dimples reacted.
I pulled him away, before leading him upstairs toward my bedroom. I firmly clasped his palm tighter past the doorways. The hallway reeks of sweat and odors you couldn’t even imagine. This establishment is pretty brutal but what I call home.
I survive.
We pass the moans and steady thumping of the beds against the walls. The muffled secretive sounds of the saloon. Some doors remain opened, the visuals can be numb minding, but you get the sentiment. The background noise is distant and too familiar to me. Even the hallway is used on occasion to keep the flow of traffic free.
As we pass the dirty gray britches abandoned on the floor, I steal a glance back at him as he smiles, a huge dimple forming in his left cheek. What a handsome one with blue eyes and neat cropped brown hair. His cowboy style is too rugged for his natural elegance. Even his classic chaps aren’t squatted or broken in assless.
Either way, under their drawls they’re all the same.
A poor rider only makes the woman look better on horseback anyway.
You can never outshine a lady in the saddle.
And I ain’t never been thrown from a horse!
We enter my modest bedroom of cleaned sheets. The ladies love to laugh at my devotion to a cleaned spot while dirty hands feel up on me.
What can I say?
This lady dismounts with style.
I shut my door, quickly, giving him a sultry smile. A performance perfected after many years at this low down establishment.
He watches me with interest taking in my reddish brown hair that’s piled in large waves. It’s bigger than my petite frame and large bosoms.
I definitely get an extra coin or two that comes from these melons!
“What you say, Cowboy?” I murmur, letting the words linger between us.
“I just want to lay with you,” he whispers.
