Power Play

by Abbey Kypner

Overview

Most people don't choose to enter Jase's line of work, but there's a reason that he takes to it with a passion. He's not the kind of guy who dwells on tragedy, nor does he let it define him. He just sticks to what he knows now: the colored lights scattering the shadows in flashes, the beat of dance music deafening the whispers of his past.

Tragedy, comedy, sex, and snark. Read all about Jase's history, his run-in with a shady client, and an acquaintance that he just might not survive meeting...

Product Details

BN ID:	2940014389518
Publisher:	Abbey Kypner
Publication date:	05/24/2012
Series:	The Scene , #3
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	73 KB

About the Author

It's not often that I get called to a dive like this.

Polished wood counter top, pool tables, the smell of cigarette smoke and pungent whiskey. A stuffed alligator even hangs from the ceiling. It brings back some memories that I'd rather keep tamped down. But a job's a job, and I've been doing this long enough that I know how to be professional about it.

Besides, it's not like I haven't worked the blue collar rounds before. Usually they're the religious type, thirsting for a little taste of what their wives won't offer them. No one grunts harder than a good, hard-working Christian man when I'm on my knees or pressing my palms against the brick wall of the alley. Good tippers too. Probably add a little extra for hush money.

We'd met at the late-night convenient store at two in the morning. I'd been hankering for a nice chili dog (quit grinning- seriously) when he'd started giving me a couple looks. My hair was a little mussed and my shirt was rumpled from my last couple clients, but I was presentable enough. I glanced back. Denim. Faded gray T-shirt. Probably in his late forties, though he had a nice set to his jaw and soft gray eyes. As usual when meeting someone displaying interest I ran a few scenarios in my head to prepare myself. Several of those involve me imagining the scratchy feel of his chin-stubble against my bare shoulders.

He was waiting for me just outside once I checked out with a six-pack of sodas. I'd get food later. Wouldn't do to have my dinner get cold if he was gonna take me around back.

“Hey there, party boy.” There was a thickness to his voice, and the words came out curdled in that redneck drawl.

“'Sup,” I smiled back.

“What're ya doin' tonight?”

“Just lookin' to have some fun.”

He nodded and ran his eyes up and down my clubbing outfit, like he was stripping me down with his gaze. He chuckled, “Yeah you look it. What kinda fun?”

“The kind with a little compensation,” I smiled, rubbing my fingers together coyly. It was a small, subtle gesture, not meant to be rude. As I hoped, he nodded.

“C'mere, let's see yer goods.”