Dirty Little Love Story by Alicia Alpha Page B

the most striking green eyes. I might’ve paid them more attention had she not had the most spectacular breasts I’d ever seen. My A-cups really cannot compare.
    Pondering this and more, I nearly miss Jacob who’s popped his head around the corner.
    “Ready?” he asks sweetly, but I know him well enough to spot the impatience behind it. The cab’s been waiting for at least twenty minutes, and I’ve been delaying our departure on purpose. I keep trying to catch a glimpse of the couple across the street, but their lights seem to be off.
    “Sure,” I sigh and get up, grabbing my faux fur jacket. I slide it over my red cocktail dress and take my clutch as well. I get ready for another pointless night. Because you see, it seems to me like all is pointless unless I’m watching them . Writing about them . Thinking about fucking them .
    I thinking about it the whole ride in the cab, while Jacob talks to me about us meeting one of his bosses or something. He works at a law-firm, and he loves showing me around. I guess it’s pretty nice having a Barbie lookalike for a girlfriend, with a few nice titles to her name – erotica writing career a pesky little secret locked behind protected doors.
    Before I know it, we’re getting out of the car and into the restaurant. All I’m currently aware of is the throbbing ache between my legs, the way the car seat provided just enough friction while we were driving, and the fact that I’m not wearing any panties. I’ve become accustomed to it – it makes for easier access if I need a quick fix.
    I get out of the car grumpily and rush inside ahead of Jacob as it’s quite cold outside. I’m greeted by the maitre’d and grumble back a reply before being lead to our table. As we’re approaching it, I notice my heel is sticking to the floor and with absolute horror, I realize a piece of gum is stuck to my Louboutins. I gasp inaudibly and mutter something under me breath, before leaning down to get it off, one hand on the table.
    Bad move, Crystal.
    In moments, I’ve stumbled across the table and landed on a chair.
    That would’ve been humiliating enough, but of course, this is my life, so it seems obvious that the chair should not be empty. Instead I’ve landed in a very muscular, broad lap, and my my my, someone seems to have stiffened as soon as I’ve landed there. Bad boy.
    I hop back up with a knowing smile as Jacob rushes to the table, apologies rushing from his mouth like hot lava from a volcano. I look at him, completely bored, not even bothering to apologize to the man whose lap I’ve just assaulted.
    “… so sorry, Mr. Edwards, she can be quite the klutz, can’t you, Crystal doll?” Jacob is saying nervously, all the while giving me a weird pat on the back, during which I just roll my eyes. “Apologize,” he finally mutters in my ear and I roll them again, finally turning to face the man with a small bow.
    “Accept my sincere apologies …” I say sweetly, raising my eyes to meet the amused gaze of the man in front of me, apparently called Mr. Edwards. Problem is, there’s something too familiar about those eyes, that flop of dark hair, that broad chest.
    I gulp.
    I look across the table, and sure enough, there she is. Perky, pretty redhead. The very  one I watched fuck Mr. Edwards only hours ago.
    “Nice to meet you … Crystal, was it?” he says in a rough, deep voice. “Have you met my step-daughter, Raina?”
    What the actual fuck?

5
    I’m sitting at our usual Wednesday dinner with some completely un usual guests and I’m feeling like I might faint at any given minute.
    And you know what? I’m pretty sure Mr. Edwards is totally on to me.
    He keeps sneaking me these sideways glances that make my stomach turn and I’ve barely eaten a bite since we’ve sat down. I have blamed it on my low blood pressure, which has given me some trouble in the past, but truth is, I am about to throw up at the mere sight of the two of them, pretending like they don’t