Sitting in one of the chairs provided, Theresa giggled. “Sorry about the underwear, but my husband doesn’t let me wear it. You’ll be okay. There aren’t any people here today, and Kyle is so hung up on Jenna he wouldn’t notice if you were naked. Come on. Let’s get your hair dried and get you to his office.”
No underwear, and the dress just barely covered her hoo-ha, let alone anything else. Who the hell wore dresses this short? But what other choice did she have? A hoo-ha-baring dress or soaked clothes—not really a choice.
Tasha let Theresa help her dry her hair and then followed the woman to where she needed to go.
The interview was short, but it went well, and at the end, Kyle hired Tasha on the spot. After making arrangements for her to start the next day, he took her to Tim, explaining that he needed to get home and Tim would finish explaining everything to her.
Tasha had been nervous during the interview for lots of reasons—one, because she had been so late, and two, because of the short damn dress, and three, she still didn’t know what kind of club it was. Kyle had laughed when she had tentatively asked if she would have to strip.
“It’s not that kind of club,” was all he had told her. Tim had told her it was a kink club, but she still didn’t know what that meant.
She sat very still with her legs pressed tightly together, continually smoothing the dress over her lap, trying to keep her privates covered. She had never been so embarrassed in her life and had to bite her tongue to keep from apologizing about the dress.
She was glad when Kyle seem too preoccupied with his phone to really pay attention to her and was surprised when, after only a very few questions, he declared the interview over and her hired.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, Ms. Rivers. Mr. Robbins will finish up with your paperwork and a brief tour. If you have any questions, he’ll be the one to answer them for you. I’m sorry to cut this short, but I need to get home. Please follow me,” Kyle told her very professionally, even though he was busy texting on his phone.
He took her to the bar and he left her with Tim, telling him, “I have to go, man. Take care of Ms. Rivers, and get your ass out of here. The place is dead because of the weather. I’m sending Theresa and Alan home. Make sure the place is locked up, and if you want to use one of the suites for tonight, do so. I wouldn’t drive in this, but if I don’t get home, Jenna is gonna kill me.” He ended just as his phone rang. Running a hand through his hair, he hurried out the door.
Tim looked Tasha up and down and drawled, “Well, hello, darling, we meet again. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”
Wishing for a glass of wine or something stronger to calm her nerves, but knowing she had no money, she maneuvered herself up onto the high barstool without flashing him and answered, “Just water.”
“Are you sure, darling? I have anything you want back here, and it’s on me.”
Tasha really wanted a drink, but didn’t want to take further advantage of Tim’s generosity, so she said, “Water will be fine.”
Tim nodded and opened a bottle of water for her and one for himself, then grabbed the bottle of bourbon and two shot glasses.
After seetting the drinks on the bar, he vaulted over it to land beside her.
“Oh!” She gave a little scream when he was standing next to her.
He pulled a barstool closer to her and easily sat. He poured two shots and put one in front of her. “Drink up. You need it,” he said before downing his own shot.
Tasha downed her shot and chased it with a gulp of water. She could feel the warmth of the liquor coursing through her veins and felt herself relaxing.
Tim turned her stool slightly toward her and laid one hand on her thigh nearest him. Pouring them each another shot, he looked down into her eyes.
Tasha grabbed the shot and tossed it back quickly, the hand on her thigh heating her in places that hadn’t been warm in a long time.
She wasn’t a virgin, but since she had broken up with her fiancé several years ago, she hadn’t been with anyone. She had been too busy running.
Tasha’s fiancé had been running for Congress when she left him. He had been furious when everything came out publically and he lost the election. She had been on the run from him for the last two years, never staying very long in one place.
She had been in Denver for about six months, and the money she had been able to save from her last job in Illinois was about gone. She didn’t know how, but Jason had been able to track her everywhere she went. She had managed to stay in Illinois for about a year before he found her and started making trouble. She was hoping Denver was big enough to hide in for a while.
While she had been thinking of her past, Tim had moved his hand up her thigh and was stroking his fingers up and down the inside, just barely brushing the outer lips of her sex.
Tasha looked up into Tim’s eyes and sighed. He was so good-looking. She didn’t know if it was the bourbon or his hand on her thigh, but she was all tingly,and could feel the juices starting to run out of her pussy. It was getting warm. Grabbing her water, she took a big drink.
Tim smiled and moved his hand just a little higher, hooking one leg around her stool to pull her closer. “So, darling, are you ready for your tour?” he asked, leaning in so that his face was only inches away from hers.
Tasha took a deep breath and started choking on her water, coughing her head off with tears streaming
down her face. How embarassing. Talk about spoiling the mood.
Tim was up off his stool and patting her on the back, trying to get her calmed down.