See Jayne Play by Lynch Marti, Jami Denise Page A

never left his, and as lost as I was in them, I didn’t drop the act.
    “ It was a lot of fun, sweetheart. As always. But, I have other obligations, and our time is up.” I let my finger draw a figure eight along the muscles of his triceps and lowered my voice. “You just give me a call if you’d like to visit with me again.”
    I pushed away and slid myself through the booth, making to stand up.
    “ Finally she gets the hint,” the tragic blonde huffed.
    I shuffled my bag over my shoulder and leaned across the table, both palms firm against the wooden surface and my face close enough that she could feel my breath.
    “ Darlin’, I think it’s about time you get the hint. That pathetic attempt at a hand job you just gave him is what he paid me for, so once you figure that out, I’m sure you’ll understand why I feel fucking sorry for you.”
    I let my eyes slide to Flynn, narrowing them when I saw the smirk on his face. I scowled. “Good to know you can at least get it up. I was worried you had a lift issue. Now I know you just have issues, period,” I hissed. I slammed my hand on the table, smiled a smile full of teeth and glossy red lips, and walked the fuck out of The Maguire.
    Again.
    As soon as my car hit the boulevard, I dialed Vince’s number and pushed call. I was shaken, and I was running late for my next date. More than anything, I was pissed off again. Motherfucker had a lot of nerve.
    “ You’re late,” he snapped when the call connected.
    “ I’m sorry. I’m on my way. Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth his while.”
    “ You always do, kid. You be safe. I’m on the prowl, so I’ll be right there if you need me. Right outside the door.”
    I took a shaky breath and swung into the driveway of the hotel where I was meeting my next client. “We need to talk tonight. Can you stay again?”
    “ Always, Janie. You know it.”
    I smiled into the phone and ended the call. The valet was already rushing out to grab my key, so I hurriedly grabbed my lipstick from my purse, gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror of the visor, and slid a coat of lipstick on my lips.
    I was still in good form, seeing that I hadn’t actually done anything with Flynn, so I was well prepared to meet my next client. A Mr. Jason Fields. A tourist from Idaho, in Las Vegas for a banker’s convention.
    Fun.
    Vince had already given me all the details, the room number, and the expectations, so I quickly made my way to the room on the fourth floor. Room 41B, generic Deluxe Queen. I wasn’t sure how he had the money to pay for a night of Jayne, and frankly didn’t care. As long as he was quick, normal, and paid the bill, none of it mattered.
    I spotted Vince as I left the elevator and gave him a discrete sign with my fingers. He nodded, and I let out a sigh of relief.
    I straightened my dress, raised my hand, and knocked on the door three times. He must have been standing behind it waiting, and when he saw me, letting his eyes dance from head to toe, his smile was megawatt.
    He was also cute.
    “ Hello, handsome,” I mewled. “Were you expecting me?”
    He gulped, and I watched as his Adam’s apple jumped in his throat. I giggled. He was nervous, and he was just what I needed after a night with a man like Flynn. The man in front of me was mesmerized. That, I was comfortable with. He wanted me, needed a taste, and had dreamed about a woman like me in his bed for years. He’d appreciate me, worship me, and walk away with a memory he’d never erase.
    “ Are you gonna invite me in, or are you just gonna stand there all night?”
    He snapped into action, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside before peeking his head out, looking left and then right, and slamming the door behind us.
    Before I knew it, he’d lifted me by the waist and tossed me on the bed, a joyful smile on his baby face.
    “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he mused.
    I smiled, grateful that I hadn’t lost it, and obliged to give