Page 112 of The Naughty List

“I, um…” My cheeks are scorching now, probably glowing pink under my makeup.

“Of course she fancies him.” Eb laughs. “Who wouldn’t?”

“Me!” Tiff laughs back. “It would squick me out now. He’s like my brother.” She turns her attention right back to me. “So, do you fancy him?”

“Like Eb said, who wouldn’t, besides you? He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“And you’re single, right?”

“Yeah, I’m single.”

The tension is so palpable, I can hardly look at him as he returns with our champagnes, but Tiff has no restraint in the slightest. She pats Josh’s knee as he sits down.

“Ella is single, and she thinks you’re hot,” she tells him, just like that. “So, there you go. Foot in the door. You’re welcome.”

He raises his eyebrows at her as he hands over her glass.

“And you’re the fastest matchmaker in creation. At least give me five fucking seconds, will you?” He’s laughing as he meets my eyes. “Sorry, Ella. I do have a spine of my own. I don’t usually rely on Miss Big Mouth to set up my dates.”

“You don’t usuallyhavedates, Josh. I haven’t seen you slaver over anyone this bad since Magpie first walked into the Star Bar.” Tiff takes her glass, kissing him on the cheek before she stands up. “And, yeah, I am Miss Big Mouth, it’s part of the reason I get paid so well.”

He sticks his tongue out at her, and I notice his piercing. Josh’s tongue is pierced as well as his cock. Damn, that’s hot. Could he even get any hotter? I doubt it…

“Fancy a dance, Eb?” Tiff asks.

Eb gives me a grin and a side-eye before she gets up.

“Sure, catch you guys in a bit.”

Josh groans. “Sorry, Ella,” he says as they leave us to it. “Honestly. Tiff’s been going on and on about me meeting you. She’s shown me your profile at least eight hundred times.”

The scorch of my cheeks notches up a level.

“She has?”

“Yeah, constantly. Your reviews really are amazing, by the way. Well done.”

I try to summon all my strength. I remember I’m Holly as well as Ella now. The entertainer. The girl so confident, she can walk into a room full of strangers and take everything they’ve got, without even a hint of a freakout.

“Did you like what you saw?” I ask him, with a smile. “Did you like my profile?”

He nearly chokes on his champagne. “How could I not?” His eyes lock onto mine. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

What a crazy fucking universe.

The gorgeous guy sitting opposite me has seen my slutty introduction video for potential clients. He’s seen pictures of me spreading my pussy for the camera, of me sucking cock, of my bare tits crushed together as I play with my nipples… and he’s saying I’m stunning, like it’s no big deal. Like I’m a girl he’s met right here, right now, at thisformalball in the middle of Chelsea.

He’s heard about me taking a fist for the first time last night, and bouncing around on a headrest, bound in rope, and read reviews of me taking rough, hard cock in the ass… and it doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

But then again, why would it? He’s a hardcorer, too. I’ve seen his hard, pierced cock, just as he’s seen my pussy.

My mind runs wild. I wonder what he’s done and who he’s done it with. What he likes, and what he doesn’t like. What kind of filth he performs for fun. And I wonder what that tongue piercing will feel like when he sucks on my clit.

Holy, fuck. I want to find out.

“So, how about it?” he says with a smirk. “Would you be so kind as to consider a date with me sometime? Even if just to shut Tiff the hell up.” He laughs. “No. I’m being deadly serious. Do you want to meet up? For a meal that is, not an eight-way fucking session, of course. Unless that’s your bag every day of the week.”

I’m nodding before he’s finished speaking. Giggling like a damn schoolgirl.

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