Page 29 of Intoxicating Pursuit
A Source
THE ENABLER
C laudia answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
The silky sound of her voice sent warm throbs of blood to Oscar’s groin. “Hey, it’s me. Got something for you.”
“Good. Hit me.”
The phone connection was solid—no static like sometimes happened when Gabe dragged him up to the mountains. “You know that woman at the bar in Philly? The one you asked about? She was in Creekside the last couple days. Name is Sammy.”
“Is that right?” Claudia’s voice sounded almost casual. “Who would’ve guessed.”
“Yup, came here yesterday morning. Didn’t leave ’til today.”
“Thanks. That’s an important tidbit, Oscar.” Claudia was quiet for a beat. “Do you think she’s a vendor or something?”
“Well, she went into his cabin last night and didn’t come out ’til morning. So, unless she’s selling skank, I’d say no.”
“Wait. She spent the night with him? Like, in his bed ? What the hell is his problem? ”
“I dunno.” He put a hand between his legs, cupped the pulsing thickness. “Poor taste, I guess, if he’s passing you up.”
“Well, at least one of you has a brain.”
“That’s not all I’ve got.”
“No. Certainly not. . . but Oscar, you have to let me talk to him.”
"No can do, babe."
"Oscar, those promos kick off soon. I need this."
"Claudia, relax. Lie back. Why don't you let those pretty tits loose from your bra. Tell me how they feel."
She was quiet.
"Take care of yourself, C. Feel good. I wanna hear it."
Her voice dropped to a sultry note. “I do appreciate the updates.”
"I know you do," Oscar breathed. He eased back in bed and put the phone on speaker.
She started in a whisper, and Oscar turned hard as a pile driver.
Was this wrong?
Maybe.
But what harm could it really do? Claudia might be a little nuts, but keeping her around meant job security, and she was just feral enough to be a fucking dream weaver in bed.
Besides, it’s not like he was putting the golden goose at risk.
Hell, the most dangerous thing Claudia had ever done was reveal that tight, gorgeous body to Gabe and hurt T.J. ’s precious feelings.
What total pansies.
When a hot snatch like that spread her legs, you’d be an idiot to pass it up, and you sure as hell didn’t whine when it moved along.
Access to quality pussy was the best perk of the job, and unlike those limp-dicks, Oscar knew how to enjoy it.
As long as Claudia posed no real threat, he’d lap that shit up like the delicacy it was.
He laid his head back on the pillow as Claudia detailed exactly what she imagined doing to him. “Yeah, baby. Make me real glad I called.”
He closed his eyes and let the crazy girl give him an afternoon to remember.