Innocent and Sweet by Megan Slayer
Roosters, Book 1
Changeling Press
Short Story
M/F, New Adult
Anissa Dunn wants one man --
Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that
muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he's her heart's desire. She’s not
afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all
things carnal.
There's only one catch -- he's her bodyguard and the rules state she can't date the staff.
But rules are meant to be broken…
There's only one catch -- he's her bodyguard and the rules state she can't date the staff.
But rules are meant to be broken…
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EXCERPT:
Copyright ©2018
Megan Slayer
I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The
cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit.
She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn't put on weight. She debated
what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she'd appear
edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But
her bust... drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she
thought about her dating past. Guys didn't want to date a woman with a flat
chest -- or so they'd told her.
She spied the gel bra cups she'd bought during her last trip to the
fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally
notice her. He had to.
Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress.
Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she'd expected, she
hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn't fit her frame. But she
had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs
worked, then fine. She'd take her chances.
She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried
downstairs.
Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket,
faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece.
"In position."
Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form.
Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She'd never been with a
man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he'd be her only.
Would he fuck her?
Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?
"I have the package," Kam said. "Preparing to
leave."
She frowned. The package. She didn't have the honor of being
referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn't going to be easy.
"I'm ready."
Kam nodded. "This way, Ms. Dunn."
"Anissa." He'd used her last name. Dang it. She'd
pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her
mother. She was just Anissa.
"Ms. Dunn." Kam escorted her to the front porch, then
down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. "After
you."
"Thanks." She couldn't leave the house without her
trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap.
Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was
twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He'd sheltered her
from everything. She didn't resent him for trying -- when she turned
twenty-five, she'd come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had
left her, but still. She'd gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls
high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her
legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?
She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and
silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who
tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea
if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.
"Kam?" She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt
rode higher. He didn't pay her any attention, which rankled her.
"Kameron."
"Ms. Dunn." He seemed to stare straight ahead.
She whipped out her phone. She couldn't go through with the date.
Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway.
She'd sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the
house. Kam wasn't paying attention to her -- not in the way she wanted. He
didn't seem to care.
She sighed. According to the magazines she'd bought, her college
roommate and the dirty movies she'd watched in the middle of the night, she had
to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure... she could be aggressive.
She could demand his attention. But she wasn't sure how.
Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most
likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back.
"Kam."
If he looked at her, she couldn't tell.
"Ms. Dunn?" Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw
twitched. "Are you okay?"
Nope. He hadn't noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.
"I'm fine," she mumbled. What a liar..."I'd like to
talk to you."
About the Author:
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published,
award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s
been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the
contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the
length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving
her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the
runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at
the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her
books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband
and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing,
but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up
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