See Jayne Play by Lynch Marti, Jami Denise Page B

that man every bit of his money’s worth.

NINE
    I heard banging. Loud, obnoxious banging. I blinked several times and tried to focus my eyes enough to see what time it was. I peeked at the time on my cell phone and groaned. It was near three thirty in the morning, and the only person I’d expect to knock on my front door at that time, or anytime, was Vince, and he was snoring on his stomach next to me.
    I shook his shoulder, whispering loudly in his ear. “Vince, get up. Someone’s outside.”
    He jolted up, hand already on the gun underneath his pillow, and jumped out of bed. He rushed to the door, wearing boxers and his black socks, gun pointed straight ahead. I grabbed my robe, tying it tightly around my waist and followed behind him, careful to be as quiet as possible.
    The whole thing smelled bad. There was no reason for anyone to be at my door. Something was wrong, and it turned my blood into ice water.
    “ Jesus, fuck,” he snapped, turning to face me. “Fucking Maguire.”
    My eyebrows shot up and I let out a small gasp of surprise. “What the hell?”
    Nodding toward the door, he gave me a questioning look. “This guy gonna be trouble, Janie? What the fuck is he doing here?”
    “ I don’t know!” I hissed. “How the hell should I know?”
    Vince sighed, running his hand through his dark locks. “This isn’t good, Janie. This is… shit.”
    Taking a deep breath, I went over the situation in my head. Flynn was being a spoiled brat. Obviously. He was pissed that I didn’t play into his hands like everyone else, and he was still hungry. I knew I had to deal with it, get him to leave by telling him whatever it was he needed to hear. And then I’d deal with Vince.
    “ Let me talk to him. I’ll get him to leave. Just give me a minute.”
    His lips pressed into a firm line. He wasn’t happy, but there was no sense in him doing or saying something to make things worse. There was still the hope that Flynn would call me again. I needed to take that into account.
    “ Just step back. I can deal with him.”
    I moved past him and opened the door, smiling when I caught Flynn’s eye. “It’s inappropriate for you to come to my house, Flynn.”
    His scowl grew, and the fire is his eyes blazed. He was furious.
    “ You just walk out on me? You come home to your man?”
    I barked out a laugh. With my hands on my hips, I decided to play this another way. “Mr. Maguire, my evening with you came to an end, and I left. I thanked you for a nice evening, you paid me, and that’s it. You have no right to question what I do afterward. You’re a client, and I am an escort. That’s a business arrangement. My home? That’s personal. You don’t come here pressing me about my private life.”
    His hand came forward, and out of instinct, I flinched. The look on his face caused me to instantly regret it, and I gave a quick smile to cover it up.
    “ I would never hurt you, Jayne. You have an eyelash,” he said, his voice low and soft. He reached up again, slowly, and pinched the stray hair between his thumb and finger. “There. I got it.”
    I leaned forward and blew on it, a superstitious thing to do, but something I’d learned from my mother.
    I also made a wish.
    “ Thank you.”
    We were quiet for a moment, both of us staring at the other, unsure what to do.
    “ I want to see you tomorrow, Jayne. No bullshit, no one else, just you and me. I promise you, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
    I wasn’t sure what to think, but with him standing there in a rumpled shirt and the top button of his jeans undone, hair in disarray, it was a little difficult to take him seriously. I wanted to though, very much, and that only pissed me off.
    “ Are you asking me to meet with you, looking like you’ve been ridden all night by that blonde? Have you that little respect for me, Mr. Maguire? If so, I’ll have to ask you to get the fuck off my porch, and the fuck out of my life.”
    “ No!” he exclaimed. “I left her at