Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica by Bebe Wilde Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t have to work me.”
    He bristled at my words. “Work you? What the fuck does that mean?”
    What was I saying? And why was I ruining this? What was wrong with me? Why even bother calling him out for playing me when I was leaving in…what? Two days? I thought about that and got a sick feeling. I didn’t really want to leave. But I couldn’t stay, that much was obvious.
    Just then my phone rang. We stared at each other, then he straightened up and retrieved my clutch from the coffee table and handed it me. I pulled my phone out and answered, “Hello.”
    “Where the fuck are you?!” Becca shrieked in my ear. “We’re getting ready to call Miami Metro!”
    “Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!” I said and looked at Cash. What the hell could I tell her? Well, why not the truth? I measured my words and said, “I… Well, it’s like… First of all, I’m okay and thanks for the concern.”
    “Where the fuck are you!”
    “I’m with Cash.”
    A long pause. A very long pause.
    “Are you there?” I asked.
    “Are you serious?” she asked.
    “I am,” I said.
    She sighed with relief and said, “Well, okay then. We got up late and we thought you were sleeping in and then we went and looked and your bed hadn’t been slept in and… You get the picture.” She paused and yelled to Nicki , “She’s with Cash! Yeah, Cash! Cold! Hard! Cash!”
    Nicki came on the phone, “Are you fucking serious? You boned him?”
    “Well, he boned me,” I said and glanced at him. He stood back, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. He didn’t like me talking about him like this, like he was a piece of meat. He was angry. I was an idiot.
    “Jealous!” she squealed. “I am so jealous! Does he have a big… You know, a big dick?”
    “He does,” I said. “Maybe we can talk about that later?”
    “Oh, every last detail,” she said. “I am going to live vicariously though you, okay?”
    “Okay,” I said a little uncertainly. “Listen, I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Congrats, bitch!” she squealed. “You fucked the best one!”
    “Bye,” I said and laughed a little, then hung up. I set the phone down and stared at him. What now?
    “You should go,” he said and wouldn’t look at me.
    “Come on,” I said.
    “No,” he said. “You should go.”
    “Why? Why should I go?”
    He shook his head with frustration. “This is why I don’t date! This is why I don’t get involved. No one can handle it. I was stupid for thinking that you would be any different. I thought you were different.”
    Ouch. That hurt. But I understood where he was coming from. I got it. I had been stupid, short-sighted. I had assumed that because he was a stripper he’d be that kind of guy, the kind that used women and then booted them out. But he wasn’t that guy at all. He was actually a man. A real man. And just because his job might be a little sketchy to some, it made him no less of a man.
    “Just leave,” he said.
    “Come on,” I said again. “It’s just that you’re so…” I stared at him, looking all sad and said, “You’re so hot.”
    “So are you!” he said, his voice rising. “I told you that you were the most beautiful woman in the room last night.”
    “I thought you just said that to all the girls.”
    “No, I don’t,” he said. “I don’t say that to just anyone. Just you.”
    I didn’t know how to respond to that. But I did say, “Just me?”
    “Just you,” he said. “I thought you were different.”
    Why did he keep saying that? It was a little cold. Why was he getting so riled up about all this? It’s not like we… No, it wasn’t like we had a future together or anything. This was just fun, an affair. Right?
    “But, no!” he said and threw his hands up in frustration. “You’re like all the rest! You think I’m just some piece of meat.”
    Well, yeah. I stared at him, looking so serious and burst into laughter. This intensity he was displaying made him that much hotter. And he was