Green Broke Woman (8 page)

Virgil smiled at her when she looked up at
him again. Caressing her hand with his thumb, his focus lowered to the table
briefly. “I know this started about business, but sometimes I think about
taking you out on a proper date.”

Her pulse rushed, and she was beaming. “I’d
like that.”

****

Three months later

Virgil Paisley sat in his truck in the dark,
tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. His baby sister, Gretchen, had been
missing for about fifteen months. The police never found her. It was possible
the feisty young woman had been abducted and murdered walking home from work
one night.

Then again, somewhere in the back of his mind
was a restlessness that left him ill at ease. He’d always wondered about her
employer, Beck Hammond. She'd worked for him for a month or so and then
disappeared. It could all be a coincidence, but the highly guarded Hammond
estate reeked of suspicion as equally as it boasted wealth and glitz.

Virgil had hated the idea of Kayla applying
for Gretchen's old position as Beck Hammond's assistant nine months ago, and he
still wasn't crazy about her working for the playboy rich guy. She'd agreed to
it, though, after he'd rescued her that night months back and told her about
his missing sister.

Hugh would probably blow a gasket if he knew
that Virgil had placed Kayla in a household that was currently under suspicion,
but Virgil had needed an attractive, qualified, young woman to apply for the
position. Then along came Kayla Sanders.

Waiting for her to meet with him now in his
truck like he was, put an easy smile on his face. She was spunky and adorable
with equal parts innocence and the occasional attitude. He'd been smitten
almost since he'd laid eyes on her. That had likely been mere physical
attraction, but after spending nine months meeting with her a few times a week
in public to give an account of her assessment of Beck Hammond's affairs,
Virgil knew he'd fallen for the curvy country girl.

He felt his pulse quicken when he saw her
coming and unlocked the door for her. He took her by the hand and pulled her up
into his truck. The sound of the door shutting sent a happy jolt to his cock.
He shifted in his seat, hoping the darkness concealed it.

She was a sweet girl. He wouldn't take
advantage of her ... unless she asked him to. Lord, how he wished she would. He
could tell she was attracted to him, but she was a good girl. And she'd been
Hugh's submissive for two years, or his slave, or whatever kinky crap they'd
been involved in together. The dulcet cutie was off limits. Virgil could look
at her all he wanted, but he couldn't touch.

Well, damn.

“How you doing, honey?” he asked, startled by
the way she trembled. “What's wrong?”

“I'm okay.” She didn't sound okay.
“Nothing suspicious to report.”

He sighed. “Well, I reckon that's a good
thing. You're shaking like crazy. Are you sure you're all right?”

She flinched when he reached for her.

“Jumpy.”

“Yeah, I get like that sometimes.”

“Did something happen?”

“Well, of course something happened. I landed
a commercial, remember?” Her smile seemed
forced
. “I'm
going to be a star.”

He grinned and high-fived her.
“Yeah, you are. I'm proud of you, Kayla.”

“Thanks.” Her face distorted for a fraction
of a second, and she looked choked up before donning a tranquil air. “So do you
still think he's responsible for your sister's disappearance?”

Virgil sighed and shrugged. “I guess not. I
just really thought Hammond had something to do with it. I reckon I was wrong.”

“I can keep looking,” Kayla said quietly as
she stared at the dashboard, absorbed in her thoughts.

“Nah, that's all right. I wish we had more
time.”

Her eyes closed, almost in despair. “So do
I
.”

“I can stay longer if you need me to.”

She reopened her eyes and shook her head,
acting like she tried to be brave. “No. You should go. Your mom needs you. She
should spend her last days with her boy.”

He nodded solemnly, feeling choked up when he
thought of his mama dying of cancer. “I don't suppose you'd still like to meet
me every once in a while just for the heck of it once I get back from Tennessee?
It might be six months or more, but I could come back to you.”

“Please,” Kayla blurted breathlessly,
grasping his thigh. “I really need you in my life. You're the one thing in it
that's real.”

His loins woke the hell up at the feel of her
dainty hand on his denim-clad thigh. Good heavens, it was only a platonic touch
and she had his engine ready to go. He refrained from groaning at the thought
of burning up the sheets with her.
Just one night.

No. That would never be enough with his
little honey. He just might need to spend his life with her.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

Move your hand higher, honey.

“You remind me of home and the girl I used to
be.” Her voice changed to a broken hush that tugged at his heartstrings.

“What are you talking about, sweet thing?
You're still the same person.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she seemed shaken
up. “I'm not.”

He gently hooked a finger under her jaw and
lifted it. “Is there something you're not telling me?”

She gazed deeply, almost pleadingly into his
eyes with that dazzling hazel stare of hers. Her head moved closer, and she
lightly pressed her lips to his.

Sorry, buddy, but you left her
and she started this.

Virgil mentally tipped his hat to his friend
Hugh and slanted his lips over Kayla's. It was a sweet kiss full of affection
and tenderness, but the sensual twisting and rolling of their tongues quickly
sparked carnal urges he hoped she was ready to give into. He'd be a gentleman
if she wasn't, but still, what if?

She sucked his lip with vigor, eliciting a
loud moan from him. He put his arms around her, pulling her closer. His cock
made an agonizing spectacle of itself the way it pushed insistently on the
crotch of his jeans, wanting a turn in her lovely mouth.

He let out a savage gasp when she grabbed his
groin and squeezed. His hands found her breasts and groped them, spurred on by
her titillated whimpers. He broke the kiss, but with difficulty. “I don't have
any condoms on me.”

“That's okay.” She undid his fly, staring
into his lap with genuine hunger. Hugh taught her well.

“I'm clean, but I don't want to get you
pregnant.”

She gave him a flirty half smile as she
pulled his bulging penis out. “Somebody didn't pay attention in sex-ed.”

Virgil practically howled at the humid feel
of her luscious mouth going down on his cock. She swiveled her steamy tongue
all over his swollen
glans
and up and down his aching
shaft until he thought he'd explode. The little seductress didn't neglect his
balls either. He had a real winner on his hands.

He weaved his fingers through her silken
strawberry blonde strands, trying not to come too quickly from the rapturous
high her skilled mouth evoked. She took his erection in pretty far but stopped
when his crown touched her uvula. He wondered absently whether or not Hugh had
taught her to deep-throat.

Regardless, she gave amazing head. Virgil
about lost it when her mouth seemed to cave in around his dick and tremendous
pressure bore down on his organ when she sucked him forcefully to the roof of
her mouth. The sensations flaring all over his cock at the ferocious suction
made his balls draw up painfully, and it really was too much.

“God, that's
amazing
!”
he cried out. “It's too much, though.”

Kayla's head lifted, and she got down on the
floor of the truck and lapped lazily at his cockhead. His self-control nearly
short-circuited when her eyes lifted to his while she lapped the tip. The look
was so brazenly sexual he almost yanked her onto his lap and impaled her on his
cock.

She smiled like a smug temptress and
swallowed down on his stiff dick again, slurping and suckling him all over.
Then she did that new, wonderful thing with her mouth again. Her entire mouth
seemed to become a vacuum that suctioned him to the roof and held him there,
sucking hard. The pressure felt like she was eating his cock, minus the use of
teeth.

“Oh no, Kayla, don't! It's too much! Oh yes!”
He squirmed and cried out as she worked her magic on his penis.

You know you sound like a
hard-up idiot, don't you?

He ignored his brain, shut the damned thing
off for a minute, and just felt what his sweet Kayla did to him. She was going
to get the best muff-munching of her little life when she was done licking him.

“Oh God!
Jesus, Kayla!”

He never talked like that, but sweet hell, no
one had ever sucked him like that before. He'd been treated to oral sex, but
never like this. Then again, it made sense. Her training had come from a man
twice her age. Hugh really was the master apparently. He'd taught his little
slave well.

Virgil shoved the other man from his mind to
keep from feeling guilty. Hugh never said he couldn't touch her. He just said
to watch her for a little while to make sure she was safe. Well, he'd watched
the blessed thing for months, which was way longer than Hugh had implied.

No matter, though. Virgil wanted her safe,
and right now he figured she'd be safest wrapped around his pounding shaft.

His climax came barreling through him with
lightning speed. The powerful way his cum shot through him was mind-boggling.
Explosions went off inside his body. His erection contracted spasmodically as
he emptied his balls into her perfect mouth.

Kayla pulled off his cock, making him flail
on the seat for a second like a fish out of water at the shock of abandonment.
She discreetly spat his spunk into a napkin, but he didn't mind.

“Holy hell, woman, you suck cock like a
mayfly.”

She shot him a questioning glance and
giggled. “What?”

“You know, like you've got hardly any time to
live.”

She laughed lightly, and he chuckled, too,
enthralled by how beautiful something as simple as laughter looked on her.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“If you come over here or lie down, I can
give you what you really need.”

Consideration hung in the air like a thick
blanket of fog. She appeared torn. “That's okay. I just had a shower. I don't
really want to get all grimy again.”

He shrugged. “So take another one when we're
done.”

She held up a hand when he scooted toward
her. Her palm rested against his chest, and she looked as tempted as she did
bothered
by something. “I really just wanted to make you
happy.”

“Well, it certainly did. You're a sweetheart,
Kayla.” He brushed a hand over the softness of her cheek and played with a
tendril of hair near her temple.

Her gaze hooded for a minute before she met
him with affectionate cow eyes. “Thanks. You're the sweetest guy I know.”

 
He
smiled. “Are you sure about the orgasm?”

She paused for a second before nodding. “I'm
sure.”

“All right then, but if you change your
mind...”

She gave him a feeble half smile. “I'll let
you know.” Her face became vulnerable. “There’s something I need to tell you. I
don’t know how to say it. Oh, hang on. I’m getting a text.”

She seemed troubled about something, and her
face became even more serious when she read her text and then closed her cell
phone before he could read it. “Who was it?”

“Wrong number.
I forgot what I was going to say. Oh well.”
She got out of the truck in a hurry. “I have to go.”

“Kayla.”

The hopeful way she looked at him touched
him, but she seemed particularly vulnerable at the moment.

“Gretchen's obviously gone.” The painful
words cut him up on the way out of his mouth. “You don't have to keep working
for Hammond if you don't want to.”

Kayla glanced down suddenly looking even more
defenseless before she became guarded again. “I want to work for him.”

“Why? He seems like a spoiled rich pig.”

She shrugged, averting her eyes. “He's not so
bad. Without him I never would have landed that commercial. He has connections
and was able to pull a few strings for me.”

“Why'd he do that?”

“Because he's a good boss and he cares about
me ... as his assistant. I owe him.”

Virgil studied her carefully, noting her
extreme discomfort and refusal to look at him for more than two seconds while
she talked about the snobby Hammond. “Have you ever thought about putting the
acting thing aside and just—
”