Exclusive Excerpt from Taking Jana
She matched him bite for bite on the burger and fries and ignored his lifted brows when she ordered a second beer.
He helped lighten her mood with some distracting stories about Jocelyn Carlson and her ‘rotating johns’ as he called them, and, with the liquid relaxants in her, she came back with a few of her own tales, mostly about high-powered attorneys and arrogant politicians getting caught in the private back rooms of the club. The local papers had somehow gotten close-up shots to prove the public figures’ indiscretions. “What people will do for money, with money, hell, on money!” She snorted then blushed a bit. Then she closed her eyes to anchor her whirling mind. She felt better, lighter. But dizzier. Her fingers massaged her temples before slowly opening her eyelids again.
She threw back the end of her second beer as Antonio tapped his watch-less wrist.
But as the alcohol had processed quickly through her small frame, she almost didn’t care anymore about being on time. What the hell was the point? People don’t change. They don’t learn. Her parents’ didn’t. Lending her bum of a brother more money or probably giving it! Just to throw it away. Her money, by the way. It was all her hard-earned, soul-despairing money.
They must’ve refinanced the house and restaurant, the very building she danced naked to pay down to zero. To zero, for Christ’s sake! Then she shook her tits and dry humped her way to a nursing degree. Now where was she?
In a fucking delusion was where. And now she thought she could make a difference to a bunch of lost girls. Because if she got to the club on time for training and taught them all about hard work, future planning, focus, and ambition, they’d get up and out and…end up exactly the fuck where she was now: nowhere.
Antonio stood up, threw some green bills down and held out his hand for her. He was such a gentleman, so nice to her, but why? Everyone had a reason, an incentive. What was his agenda?
And then again, what the hell did she care what his motivation was for being so nice to her? He was thick and yummy, too delicious to ignore. Her core had quivered for him since the day he’d stood over her at the library, his plated bronzed chest showing through that crisp white dobak.
She smiled as she took his hand, pulled herself up to stand, and held on to steady herself. Her legs felt like jelly. Without a next thought, she slid her free arm around his waist, getting definitive confirmation of the ever-defined torso she’d imaged too many times to exist under his shirt. What was she doing? Giving him a hug, maybe? A friendly, much needed hug? But she couldn’t answer her own question fast enough as she lifted to her toes, lifted her chin, her face, to meet his questioning hazel eyes.
And she kissed him. Her needy lips pressed against his soft sweet mouth. Just lightly adjoined, but for a long moment. A lingering, alleviating, glorious moment.
Until he pulled away, stepping a full step backward.
And she could only blush hot red when she stumbled forward from his retreat, his chest saving her from falling flat on the bar’s floor.
“Jana, are you alright?”
“Yes, damn it. I’m fine. Just fucking fine.” And she grabbed her purse and huffed out of the pub.