Page 2 of Broken Rules
That’ll be the tricky part, convincing my best friend Sadie to try the experience. She needs his magic touch. I nod, skimming my fingers across his bare chest. While I’ve made a rule not to date at this time in my life, I won’t deny that Kylo’s an attractive man and why women drool over his tall, muscular form, dark hair, and beard—just not me.
The afternoon breeze hits, and I zip my jacket as I walk toward my car, calm and relaxed, stopping when he calls out, “Wait, what’s her name?”
“I won’t say to keep the process objective. Use your better judgment.”
Kylo raises a brow, and I grin, strolling along the circular driveway as a black car comes around and parks behind me. A man hops out wearing worn jeans, a black fitted thermal, and a matching beanie over his light brown hair that peeks out the front, which is not what I’d expect from someone exiting a Porsche—suit, and tie, maybe. Like most of my customers.
He winks at me, and I roll my eyes once he passes, probably checking out my ass as I quicken my steps to my car. My shift starts in half an hour, so I leave Lake Oswego, making the drive to Portland in twenty minutes, parking in the back of the lot of Vivid Vixens. Mondays are typically slow, and I’ll have around five to six customers for a six-hour shift in the voyeur rooms. However, today the lot’s full of expensive cars, and it’s barely noon.
I walk toward the back exit, texting Julianne, our house mom, to let me in so I don’t have to run into Gin behind the bar just yet. I’d like to keep my buzz going, at least until my first customer. A moment later, the door opens, and a woman with long dark braids in black scrubs appears, Julianne likely assisting someone.
“Thanks,” I say, holding the door as I enter.
“No problem. I just got here too. You’re Evie, right?”
“Yeah—sorry, I’ve seen you around after sessions but never got your name.”
“It’s Petra, and no need to apologize. I usually keep to myself at work. The less I get into it with people, the better.”
“Smart thinking.”
I stroll alongside Petra toward the dressing room exit, waving at her as she walks straight through the red curtains that lead to the main floor. Several Vixens are freshening up at their stations, and I head for the locker area further in the back to grab my duffle bag.
Sitting on the bench seat, I withdraw my phone from my purse, missing a ‘checking to see if you’re still alive after spending two days with a man in a cabin on the lake’text from Sadie, and I giggle, clearing my throat while dialing her number with every intention to convince her otherwise.
“Hey, Evie.”
“Girl, I feel like a million bucks. I’m telling you, book the Kylo Kent Experience.”
Sadie blows a deep sigh into the line. “Yeah? What did he do to you?”
“I’m not saying. That’s something you’ll have to find out on your own,” I say while removing my clothes, the phone pinned between my shoulder and ear.
“I doubt he can help me.”
“Did you check out his website?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, and you’re not even remotely curious about what he has to offer?”
She stays quiet for a second. “He’s an escort, Evie. Paid to have sex for a living. Seems pretty straightforward.”
A lot of people tend to have this misconception. “It’s not like that at all. We don’t pay Kylo for sex. We pay for the ultimate lover experience.”
“Which means?”
“Think—the perfect friend, husband, confidant, whoever you want him to be for two days. A man who’ll pamper, make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I haven’t fucked him, but I’ve heard he’s a beast in the sheets. He’ll melt your panties and stress away.”
“Then, after two days, he cuts you loose and moves on to the next woman,” she adds, huffing a laugh.
“Well, yes. That’s the whole point. You get the experience, and there are no strings attached.”
There’s another moment of silence, sensing her hesitations before she says, “Sounds great.”
Lies.
“Sadie…” Grabbing my soap and a towel, I head for the showers across the room, needing to quicken my pace since my first customer is coming in less than ten minutes.
