Destiny Calls. Linda Hudson-Smith

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СКАЧАТЬ had turned low and throaty, sexy and hot. For fun, she’d strongly emphasized the Southern accent. “I’d love to pour chocolate syrup all over your sexy body and then spray you with whipped cream. From head to toe, I’d lick off every bit. How’d that sound?”

      “I love it. Will you marry me, Persia?”

      “Sure, George, whenever you divorce your wife. Call me when it’s final.”

      George laughed. “I really like you and your sense of humor. Is it possible for us to talk again or do I hook up with a different lady every time I call?”

      “You can talk to me again.” Persia gave George her personal code and then called out to him her work schedule. She hoped she’d landed a regular, but George’s guilt over calling a sex line might get to him.

      “Hope we talk soon.” Sounding totally satisfied, George hung up.

      Persia had barely hung up the phone when it buzzed loudly in her ear again. Wondering why she’d been given another call so close to the end of her shift, she reluctantly answered the line. George should’ve been the last caller of the evening, she grumbled mentally, though she knew she needed to earn as much as possible.

      “Hello,” she breathed in her sultriest voice. “What’s on your sweet mind?”

      “You,” was the simple reply, yet strong and commanding. “I finally got up the nerve to call you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Your commercial is hot and provocative. I love the shot with the chains. How would you use those chains on me?”

      “Any way you’d like. Chaining you to a bed comes to mind. Then I can have my way with you, any way I like it.”

      “Naughty girl is what you are. What kind of toys do you have?”

      “All kinds. If I don’t have your preference, I’ll get it just for you.”

      Persia hadn’t ever had anyone talk to her about chains or other kinky stuff. This brassy man made her feel uncomfortable. She was used to the shier guys, the ones who preferred her to set the tempo, like George.

      Despite his comment about “getting up the nerve to call in,” he sounded sure of himself. Persia wasn’t the sexy woman in the commercials the caller had referred to, but clients weren’t privy to that information. Professional models and actresses were used to shoot advertising spots. Besides the obvious, commercials were also done for visual effects. They provided men with a face and body to fantasize about during conversations.

      Although many women who worked at Licensed to Thrill were beautiful and sexy, they simply weren’t the actual ladies used in the ads. The intent wasn’t for workers and clients to hook up in person, though it did happen quite often.

      “By the way, my name is Luke Lockhart. I’m a huge star in adult films. I’m sure you’ve seen me before. That is, if you watch soft porn.” He paused. “Have you ever had a lesbian encounter?” the man asked.

      “I haven’t seen you before, Luke, but I’m sure you’re good at what you do.”

      “I’m an expert, the hottest ticket around in adult films,” he boasted.

      If that was the case, Persia had to wonder why Luke was calling a phone-sex line. “I’d think you’d get enough sex in your line of work. What made you call in?”

      “Like I said, your commercial is smoking hot. I work with a lot of different women, but I’m not attracted to them. Besides, I wouldn’t want a woman who does what I do for a living.”

      Coming from someone in the same profession, Persia thought it was interesting. “When did you get into the adult film industry?”

      “I was a senior in high school. A friend’s older brother turned me on to it. At eighteen, I was attracted to money. Do you have fantasies about becoming a porn star?”

      Persia felt sorry for any guy who’d trashed his youth and body for easy money. She couldn’t imagine anything about his profession as easy. “Afraid not.”

      “If you’re open to what I’m into, the paychecks are off the chain.”

      Persia blew out a shaky breath. “I’m always open to getting paid,” she said quite honestly. “I’m only here to talk.” Persia was comfortable with her answer, and she couldn’t be accused of lying to or misleading a client.

      “Bet I can change your mind, with time,” he taunted.

      For the next forty-five minutes Persia talked with Luke. The conversation never got into anything hot and sexy, considering how it’d started out. It was tame and normal, reminding her of two friends talking about the day-to-day issues in their lives. He was more into asking her questions about her job, which was kind of odd. It also gave her the impression he might be a recruiter for the adult film industry. That made more sense.

      Persia was glad when the phone call finally ended. His lifestyle wasn’t something she was interested in, no matter how much money it paid. Putting her alter ego to bed at the end of the workday always felt good, up until she had to reawaken her.

      As Ethan welcomed Dakota into his home, he gave her several sweet kisses. “You look marvelous. You wear red very well. I love the dress.”

      Dakota did a full turn to show off her simple but lovely red sheath. “I thank you.” She looked him over from head to toe. “It looks like I’m a bit overdressed. Had I known you were wearing jeans I would’ve done the same.”

      “Oh, no, you made the perfect choice. I love feminine fluff. I can change clothes if you’d like me to.”

      Dakota shook her head. “I like you just the way you are.”

      “Good. Let me show you around before we sit down to dinner.”

      Dakota took the arm Ethan extended to her. He had told her he was a neat one. And he had told the absolute truth. There didn’t seem to be a thing out of place.

      “This is my formal living room, an area no one ever comes into. Maybe I need to buy some furniture so I can use it. You think?”

      “That would help make it serviceable,” Dakota joked.

      “I’m definitely more comfortable in the family room, where I can watch the big screen, lounging on the leather sofa or kicking back on the recliners. Maybe I’ll get you to help me pick out furniture for both formals. My dining room is empty, too.”

      As Dakota received the dime tour, she saw that Ethan favored darker woods but lighter colored furniture and glass tabletops. The leather furnishings were a light tan. Various shades of beige and brown were prevalent throughout. Entryways were designed in dramatic arches. The kitchen appliances were all black with stainless steel trim and the walls had been painted a mustard shade, which provided a bold contrast. The center island was where she imagined Ethan preparing his food.

      His hands turned upward in an encompassing gesture. “This is where I hang out every day. I’m glad you accepted my invitation. I’ll show you the bedrooms and my office after dinner. Think you can stand the suspense for that long?”

      Dakota took hold of his hand. “Eager anticipation is always a good thing.”

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