A man with no name.
Once a week he frequents the bar where Mackenzie works. He orders the same drink, scotch on the rocks, and he sits back on the same lounge chair, quietly watching… waiting…
He has money - that much is obvious. He wears his tailored suits well. He smells divine, of expensive cologne, and orders his scotch from the top shelf.
He drinks alone, but he never leaves that way. With a snap of his fingers, a flick of his eyes, a glimmer of a smile, he gets the attention of the most attractive women in the bar.
This time his focus is on Mackenzie. Instead of feeling nervous Mackenzie is enthralled, intrigued… and aroused.
NOTE: Not for the weak, feint-hearted or for people with sticks up their ass (unless you like that sort of thing sexually that is).
MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY! Contains explicit sex scenes and a BDSM type scenario
|I hate that u can't rate half stars on the scale, but I give it a 4.5. I really enjoyed this short novella, but what the hell with the end?! I want more, need more, please Megan! The sexy scene was hot but we need more. And a name...don't know why a name is important, but it is......|
..."the shoes stay on." he commanded....... she muttered "kinky" under her breath.........."You ain't seen nothing yet sweetheart," he whispered harshly in her ear. "We're about to redefine your definition of kinky."