VANESSA SUMMERS

“I’m serious, Kelvin. Stop fucking around. It’s my ass on the line.”

He smirked. “I just love the way you say it. Fucking around.”

“I have some ideas and they all involve that ass of yours.” He added.

I growled seething with rage.

What he had just said would get me hornier than a love bug any other day but today was different. Today I had to prepare for an interview that meant the difference between my continued existence as a homeless person or my slow yet steady climb to living a life of comfort.

“Cut it out. You know I really need this.”

“And you know I...