Dial 1-800-Red-Hots!

Her heels click as she walks through the lobby of the hotel, heads turn as she passes. Her cell phone rings. She stops and slips her hand in her purse and brings it up to her ear, “What’s your pleasure?” Her voice is seductive when she speaks.
“What are you offering?” A deep voice responds.
“Anything you want.”
“I want it all.” He said with a mocking tone.
Without missing a beat she replies, “100,000.00 up front and the remainder when I leave.”
“I’ll be in touch.” He said and disconnects.
She smiles and continues to walk through the revolving door and out into the brisk air. “Your cab is here Miss Kingston.”
She slipped him an envelope, “Thank you Ralph.”
“Will you be coming for another visit soon?”
She turned and looked at him and laughingly said, “I’m sure I will. Depends on business.”
He put the envelope in his pocket and sighed deeply thinking, as he always did, ‘oh to be young again.’ He closed the door once she was inside and watched the cab pull away from the curb.
***
My name is Harper Kincaid, and yes that’s my true name, I never saw the need to change it or to choose an alias. I like my name. it’s mine and it fits me. When I was younger many of my friends didn’t like their names and made up names they liked. Others of them took the legal route and changed theirs. For me my name is the only thing my Father gave me, oh and the joy of living life on the Red Hot side of bad.

***WARNING*** This book is a dark erotic book with heavy references to BDSM. Does include scenes that may offend certain readers. If this is you then please don't read any further.