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  “Fuck!” Rips from my throat as I pull my pants up in a flash. Sweat beads across the back of my neck as Mrs. S lays frozen in horror. I look around the room. The bed is too low to the ground to get under. Then I remember that the window should connect to the fire escape.

  Without another thought I’m crawling out the window as he steps into the bedroom. I duck down on all fours out of his line of sight.

  “What in the hell are you doing, woman?” I hear him asking as she stays silent.

  I don’t stick around for an answer. I haul ass down the ladder and repeat, until I reach the second floor. I have no choice but to jump. Just when I think I’m in the clear, Jimmy sticks his head out the window and screams, “I’ll kill you Oswald!”

  Not looking back, I jog across the street, not stopping until I reach the station.

  I get a few stares as I rush into the bathroom. “What’s a matter, OZ? Did Ry’s tacos give you the shits?” Ash, laughs from the other side of the door. “He warned you not to touch his food.” He snickers.

  I remove the condom that is still hugging my dick and toss it in the trash.

  Fuck! I kick the trashcan. Damn, that was so stupid! Why do I do this shit? I’m going to have to move again. Wonder if Candi is open to getting a new place?

  Chapter 5

  Dottie

  It’s been three days since the incident. Jimmy says he wasn’t doing me because he thought I was cheating. He made up his trip and had been waiting to catch me in the act. I can’t believe him! He had the nerve to accuse me of being in the wrong. Sure, he caught me red-handed, but he’s the one lying to me. He’s the one who drove me to desperate measures! He went all caveman saying how I’m his wife, and no one can fuck me like he can.

  I told him to prove it then. He shoved me down on the bed, and with OZ’s touch still hot on my skin, my husband did me like he had never done me before. He laid into me hard and fast, pulling my hair, and slapping my ass. He was possessed with filling every inch of me with his liquid fire. He pumped me full of his seed and then he left without a word.

  I don’t know where he is, he won’t take my calls. I’ve been by the office twice, and the girls tell me they haven’t seen him. I just hope he didn’t go after OZ. The guy only did what I asked of him.

  I’ve been watching for OZ to come in as well, but he’s not been home as far as I know. I wrote him an apology—a weird sort of thanks and paid him. I slipped it under his door yesterday. I hope he doesn’t feel insulted. I just wanted to be wanted. I needed my husband to remember that he loved me. OZ doesn’t realize what a gift he gave me.

  The front door opens and Jimmy walks in wearing a goofy grin, reminding me of the funny man I married. A dozen red roses rest in his hands. “I love you, D. Please, don’t leave me for a younger man.”

  “I love you too, Jimmy!” I take the roses and put them in a vase. Jimmy reaches me a card containing two tickets to Hawaii inside.

  “Let’s take that anniversary trip I promised you.” My husband stares at me with hungry eyes and I know we are going to be okay.

  Chapter 6

  Oz

  After a week of sleeping on the couch at the station on my off-rotation nights, I feel it’s safe to go home. I’ve had no further contact from my neighbors. Thank God. Mattress has been giving me hell all week. Saying shit about everyone needing to lock up their wives and daughters. He said, "Pregnant, married or crazy—seventeen to eighty, it doesn't matter. Oz will hit it." He’s a riot but he’s my other best friend, and probably one of the only guys who can stand me. Besides, The Hammer told me it was time to take my sorry ass home. His words weren’t quite so colorful, but that was the gist of his speech and reprimand.

  I case my building before crossing the street. I don’t see any movement from the Shafer’s window. I’m still on edge as I unlock my door. I just know that at any minute Jimmy is going to come out of that red door down the hall and lay into me. It wouldn’t be the first time a scorned or jealous lover has come after me. You’d think I’d learn to stop thinking with Godzilla.

  When I flick on my light, I see an envelope on the kitchen counter with my name on it. I hope it’s not a death threat.

  Dear OZ,

  Thank you for, well, just thank you. Don’t worry about Jimmy, he won’t bother you. I won’t either. You know how to make a woman feel alive, don’t waste that because of me. One day you will make a woman very happy, so be good to her and appreciate the love she will give you. You won’t understand it just yet, but when the time comes, and you do settle down, never let your wife feel undesired.

  Best wishes,

  D

  I scratch the top of my head, not sure what to make of her words. I fold the letter and go to stick it in the envelope when a few bills catch my eye. She paid me. I crumple the letter and count the bills. Five hundred bucks, not bad.

  Candi comes out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. “Look what the cat finally dragged in. You home now?” She raises her brows at me, dying to give me hell.

  The message indicator is blinking on the machine.

  “You have some calls, lover boy.” Candi grins and ducks into her room laughing.

  I have six missed calls. I kick my boots off and hit play before sinking into the cushions. I had my calls forwarded to our landline. Since I was crashing at the station, I knew they wouldn’t be calling me in.

  “I’m trying to reach OZ. I set my kitchen on fire,” a buttery voice whispers. My eyes go big. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “I’m a friend of Dottie’s. She said you could help me. You can text me at this number.” She fires off her number and I am stunned. How could she just hand my number out to her friends like I’m a damn gigolo?

  I shake my head as two more similar messages play.

  My finger hovers over the erase button as I think about getting paid to get laid.

  “End of messages,” the machine announces before reciting the messages once more.

  I take down the numbers and say screw it. Ash has made damn good money as an escort, I never would have imagined it could be so lucrative.

  I think I just found my side job.

  Candi peers around the edge of her doorway. “You so just took down those numbers, didn’t you?”

  She knows me all too well.

  I flash what would be my panty-melting grin at her with a shrug, knowing it doesn’t do a thing for her.

  “What can I say? Ladies love Godzilla.” I wink and she rolls her eyes.

  “You’re disgusting.” She laughs.

  “Wanna grab beer and a pizza?”

  “Sure, but your buying.” She ducks back in her room to get dressed.

  “I can afford it now.” I chuckle.

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  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.

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