Broken English (Broken Lives Book 1) by Marita A. Hansen Page B

batch.
    “You always come through for me,” she
crooned, turning her head towards me. Smiling sexily, she ran her fingers
through my hair. “You’re such a pretty, pretty boy.”
    Unlike with Jasper’s auntie, I didn’t
smack her hand away, Sierra’s touch welcome. Though, I really wished she would
stop calling me a pretty boy, but the customer is always right, so I didn’t
correct her.
    She moistened her lips, making my cock harden
further. “It’s Camie’s birthday today, which is why I called you,” she said, trailing
a fingernail down my cheek. “She’s having a party at her house.”
    I didn’t reply, the amount of coke she’d
ordered now making sense.
    Her finger moved to my mouth, brushing
over my lips. “And we want you to come.”
    “Will there be booze?”
    She removed her finger. “Of course. So, will
you come? I’ll make it well worth your time.”
    I nodded, more than happy to get free
shit. “Though, just lemme drop off my bag and get changed,” I said, not
interested in going in my ripped jeans and smelly T-shirt.
    She smiled wickedly. “Clothes aren’t
permitted.”
    My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
    She moistened her lips again, giving me a
distinctly sexual look. “The party is for two and you’re Camie’s birthday
present. Though, I think we’ll extend that to a ménage à
trois .”
    The penny dropped. My eyes shot to Camie,
who was glancing at me via the rearview mirror, looking like she couldn’t wait
to ‘unwrap’ me.
    I returned my focus to Sierra, not
believing my luck. “You want a threesome?”
    She nodded, her eyes already fucking me.
“You up for it?”
    “Hell, yeah!” I said, thinking the day
couldn’t get any better.
     

 
     
    8
    CLARA
    I laughed again, Beverly the funniest
person I’d ever met. If she was a male, females would be swarming her. I really
didn’t understand why guys weren’t interested in her. Although a bit frumpy,
her great personality sure as hell made up for it, not to mention I loved her
hair.
    I smacked her arm as she made another joke.
“Stop making me laugh, I’ll get thrown out with all my snorting.”
    Her face lit up. “Hey! Now I have a
nickname for you. Miss Piggy. Oink, oink.”
    “Don’t you dare call me that! It was my
nickname at high school.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yes. And if I hear anyone call me it at
school, I know who’ll be to blame, and I always get payback.”
    She laughed, giving me a shove, almost
causing me to fall off the stool. “Oops, sorry,” she said. “I think I’ve had a
bit too much to drink.”
    I looked at all the empty glasses next to
her. “You don’t say.”
    She nodded, her chocolate-brown eyes now
glassy. “Looks like I’m the lush tonight, not Paul.” Her gaze moved to him. He
was still watching the cricket match with the other men at his table. “God, I want
a piece of him.” She smiled. “And I’m going to get it.” She pushed away from
her stool, looking like she was going to topple over.
    I jumped up and steadied her. “I think
it’s time I took you home.”
    “As long as Paul’s coming with me.” She
pulled free from my grip and headed for him, her eyes locked onto the man. I
wondered whether I should stop her, because it looked like she was going to do
something she would regret. But before I could decide, she was planting her
butt on Paul’s lap, giving the man one hell of a surprise.
    I headed for them as Beverly put her arms
around his neck. “After I go to the ladies’, I’ll drive her home,” I said to
him. “You coming too?”
    Beverly planted her lips against Paul’s
before he could answer. His eyes almost popped out of his head in response. I
winced, knowing she was definitely going to regret this the next day. And
not only because of Paul’s reaction, but because a lot of our colleagues were staring
at what she was doing, some of them sniggering and talking between themselves.
    “I’ll try to be quick,” I said, rushing for
the restroom.
    I