Page 1 of Midnight Kisses (Spicy Fat Cinderella Retelling)

MILES

Preoccupied with the price of my freedom, I pushed through the bathroom door expecting urinals and faucets, not a blonde smokeshow with tits that could end a man.

A blunt curse fell out of my mouth.

“Pardon?”

Plump, pink lips shaped her query and I temporarily forgot about the situation that had brought me in here.

Reflexively, I straightened to my full height. “I thought this was the men’s room.”

Her large blue eyes flicked to the door and back to me. “Didn’t you see my sign?”

Now I was paying attention, I didn’t need a sign to know that no men’s room would have a lightshow of pink stars on the ceiling, the heavy scent of flowers, or a fucking goddess reclining here on a chaise lounge like she was waiting for a horny reprobate to arrive and pleasure her.

Here I was? —

No, I had more pressing concerns.

“Sorry, blondie. You need to get out. I have a situation.”

She sat up with a huff, which jerked her incredible breasts.

I’d like to jerk her incredible breasts.

Distracted again, I took in her long calves, thick thighs and plush, curvy body which was wrapped in a dress that held her like a satiated lover: attentive and intimate.

Grateful . She looked like she belonged in a painting with cherubs and horny satyrs and miscellaneous other revellers fawning over her.

“What situation?” The goddess asked.

I parted the flaps of my jacket and flicked a hand at my crotch, a gesture that would’ve been rude as fuck if not for the large red wine stain which ran from my navel to my knees, turning the light grey fabric dark, ruining both my trousers and my mood.

Fucking Rose McNulty and her fucking wandering hands.

She’d been chasing me around the Purkiss New Year’s Eve party, shedding subtlety and accumulating desperation as the night wore on.

Angling herself between me and the colleague of Robert’s I’d been talking to, she’d forced me to inch back until the reinforced glass and 200m plunge had me at her mercy.

During the day, tourists and thrill-seekers strapped themselves into harnesses and leapt off the observation deck here at the Sky Tower—for fun— which I hadn’t understood until the alternative was Rose.

Tipsy, Rose had gone in for a fiddle, forcing me to pull an evasive manoeuvre which worked beautifully in terms of avoiding digits-on-dick, but poorly in terms of knocking a glass of Martinborough pinot noir down my crotch.

I knew exactly the region of the wine, because the glass had been my father’s and he’d cried, “ my Martinborough pinot! ” as it tumbled.

Now, the Pre-Raphaelite wet-dream hidden here in the bathroom was eyeing my crotch, and not for the right reasons.

“Not to be rude,” I drawled to the bathroom woman, because even though I was the CEO of my family-owned business, I’d learned that prefacing my opinions this way kept HR off my dick. “But unless you want an eyeful, you should make yourself scarce.”

“I can’t. This is my job. I’m the bathroom attendant.”

I frowned. “Bathroom isn’t a job.”

Blondie giggled. “Good Kenergy.”

“What?”

“You know.” She adopted a silly pout and dropped her voice. “My job is just: bathroom .”

She was speaking in tongues. Which made sense, because she couldn’t be the hottest woman on the planet and a mental giant. That would fuck up the balance of the universe.

“I need to get the wine out of my pants. So, you—” I snapped my fingers in a point, then jerked my thumb over my shoulder, “—need to skedaddle.”

“I should help you.”

If this goddess was anywhere near my crotch, the only thing I wanted her help with would result in another stain on my pants.

“Decline,” I said firmly.

“Truly, I can.” She scrambled to her feet, and the more I saw of her, the more my brain short-circuited.

She was delicious. Soft and sexy, wrapped in a fabric that showed her body to perfection, as befit a work of art.

I stared like a horny teen while she procured a large plastic toolbox from under her chaise and rustled through it.

“Stain remover!” She held up a bottle triumphantly. “Take off your pants and give them to me.”

Right sentiment, wrong context.

“No.”

“You can go into a stall and pass them over the door to me. Everyone else is listening to the speeches, so it’s just you and me.”

That was the fucking problem.

“I’m a safe person, I promise.” Her reassuring smile was wasted on a reprobate like me. “I won’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

Perhaps this goddess could go find Rose and give her a crash course on boundaries.

Rose was a daughter of one of my mum’s friends, therefore I’d heard no end of her virtues.

She was single, fun, ran marathons and owned a PR firm—a skillset my mother believed would be useful for me, the cheeky broad.

Yes, I moved around town chasing a good time, but my mother was out of her mind if she thought a non-consensual cock grab was the way to my heart.

Just thinking about it pissed me off again.

The blonde bombshell whose job was just bathroom assumed my dark expression was for her, but instead of being intimidated like a sensible person, she crossed to the main bathroom door and twisted a lock I hadn’t noticed.

“Go on,” she waved her hand behind her without turning around. “It’s locked now, and I’m not looking. Go into a stall then toss your pants out to me.”

“Not happening, blondie.”

While she was still facing the door in a show of modesty that was wasted on me, I tugged the bottle of stain remover out of her hand and took it to the sink.

“Hey!”

“How hard can it be?” I muttered. “Just spray the thing on the thing— ow fuck. ”

“You need water!”

I waved my hands to activate a stream of water from the sensor-operated tap and scooped it on my crotch. Then, fuck modesty, the situation had become dire and this was her fault anyway, I unbuckled my pants and dropped them.

There was a gasp behind me.

When I looked up at the mirror, blondie was eyeballing my ass.

“What happened to not looking?” I teased.

Her cheeks flamed red.

“I thought you were a safe person?”

“I—” she seemed to choke, “ —am.”

“When you’ve finished committing my ass cheeks to memory, could you get some towels?”

“Towels!” She clapped her hands. “Good idea!”

Despite nearly pickling my penis twice this evening—first with wine, then with sodium bi-something—I was having more fun than I’d ever had at one of these stuffy conglomerate parties.

When she came back with towels I did what I could to mop up.

Once I stepped out of my pants she scooped them up, held them under the tap, wrung them, and then dangled them in the hand drier as it roared to life.

“Now that you’ve seen my dick,” I called over the drier,“what’s your name?”

“Call me your bathroom fairy godmother,” she replied drily. “And I didn’t see your dick.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s my job tonight to help guests.”

“No, I’m sorry you didn’t see my dick.”

She returned with my pants then, colour high on her cheeks. What a fucking thing of beauty she was.

“It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. If you want to take a gander I won’t stop you.” I couldn’t help teasing her, she looked so prim standing there with her pink face and fluttering hands.

I didn’t expect her eyes to dip down my body to study the ridge of my cock, clearly outlined by my thin black briefs.

A grunt fell out of my mouth before I could stop it. It was that primal thing again—I wanted her to see how fit and handsome I was, and to like what she saw.

“I don’t think the stain went through,” she said.

The wine. That was what she’d been looking for. But it was too late. Her gaze was locked on the part of me that wanted it the most, and the response was automatic. My cock thickened under her gaze, leaping a little.

I wasn’t a small man and briefs weren’t made for concealing raging boners. It was obvious I was getting hard.

Her thick lashes fluttered. “I should go.”

“Oh, now she wants to leave,” I drawled. “Now she’s made me strip and sent all my blood South.”

“ I didn’t do that,” she protested, dropping her eyes. “I was trying to help. It’s my job to mind the restroom and help people. That—” she gestured in the direction of my crotch, determinedly avoiding another look at the growing bulge, “—is nothing to do with me.”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

“This is everything to do with you, blondie.” I leaned back on the sink, tugging my shirt up so she could get a good look at the effect she was having on me.

“I came in here looking for some water, maybe some paper towels. Instead I find a bombshell insistent on stripping me. Of course thinking about you and my dick at the same time gets me hard. I’d have to be dead for that not to make things twitch. ”

She shook her head, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

“What?” I studied her. “You don’t believe me?”

Now that I was looking properly—at her face, the rest of her I’d already thoroughly appraised—there was a wariness in her expression. Like she was bracing for something cruel. I narrowed my eyes, trying to peel her secrets from her face.

“This is all just very?????…unexpected.” She smiled quickly, unconvincingly. “My ego has taken a bit of a battering today and it’s been hard to…recalibrate. Don’t misunderstand, I know I’m beautiful. People pay to look at me.”

…I really didn’t know what bathroom attendants did.

“I’m a model,” she explained.

“Ah, of course.” For someone to be as hot as she was and not financially compensated for it would be a colossal wrong.

“But I’ve spent most of the night tonight making other people look beautiful, toiling behind the scenes and trying to be helpful. I wasn’t expecting you to come in here and be so…”

“… So?”

“Sexy.”

I grinned then, and if I’d looked in the mirror, the expression would be wolfish. I was wolfish. I’d thoroughly earned my reputation for being dogged and ruthless when there was something I wanted. Usually, that was exclusive distribution contracts and access to rich clients. Right now, it was her.

“Sexy,” I repeated and she nodded.

“In a dark way. You seem…privileged, but jaded. Charming, but aloof.”

“I’m not aloof at all. Or charming. If you asked, I’d be on my knees in a heartbeat, burying my face in your pussy and making you scream so loud your boss would know you were slacking off.”

She sucked in a breath, reaching for the hand drier to steady herself.

She was definitely interested.

Satisfaction roared in my ears and in my dick. I wanted her, she wanted me. I had nothing better to do, and she definitely didn’t. Bathroom wasn’t a fucking job.

“What do you say, blondie? Want to let a stranger eat you out while you’re supposed to be on the clock? Come on good girl, be bad with me.”