"Roberts, Nora - DC Detectives 02 - Brazen Virtue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

ready, Mr. Drake?"

She rolled her eyes. It killed her that the
guy wanted her to call him mister. But it took
all kinds. "I've just come out of the shower. My
hair's wet, and there are little beads of water all
over my body. There's a drop clinging to my
nipple. It slides off and onto you as I
kneel on the bed. Feel it? Yes, yes, that's
right, it's cool, cool, and you're so hot." She
fought back a yawn. Mr. Drake was already
breathing like a steam engine. Thank God he was so
easily satisfied. "Oh, I want you. I
can't keep my hands off you. I want to touch you,
to taste you. Yes, yes, it drives me crazy
when you do that. Oh, Mr. Drake, you're the
best. The very best."

For the next few minutes she just listened to his
demands and delights. Listening was the biggest part of
her job. He was right on the edge now, and she
glanced at her watch, grateful. Not only was his
time almost up, but he was her last customer of the
evening. Dropping her voice to a whisper, she
helped him go over the top.
"Yes, Mr. Drake, it was wonderful.
You're wonderful. No, I'm not working tomorrow.
Friday? Yes, I'll look forward to it. Good
night, Mr. Drake."
She listened for the click, then hung up 3
the phone. Desiree became Kathleen.
Ten-fifty-five, she thought with a sigh. She was
off at eleven, so there should be no more calls that
night. She had papers to grade, and a pop quiz
to make up for her students for tomorrow. As she rose,
she glanced at the phone. She'd made two
hundred tonight, thanks to ATANDT and Fantasy,
Incorporated. With a laugh, she picked up her
coffee cup. It was a hell of a lot better
than selling magazines.
Only miles away, another man clung to the
phone receiver. His hand was damp. The room
smelled of sex, but he was alone. In his mind
Desiree had been there. Desiree with her
white, wet body and her cool, soothing voice.
Desiree.

With his heart still pumping fast, he stretched out
on his bed.
Desiree.