Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

“If there’s any karma in this world, your dad will get face raped by a chainsaw,” she swore. “God willing,” Linc muttered.

I’ll be reporting tomorrow night for beard duty.” “My dad hates you,” Wyatt reminded her. “Yeah, but he hates that you’re gay more. So, straight son dating the rich daughter of liberal actress trumps gay son who secretly likes to get choked and fucked by his big, beefy bodyguard. He’ll deal.”

“Do you want—” Linc started. “Yes,” Wyatt interrupted. Linc tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Wyatt’s hands flailed. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer is yes. Whatever you want…I’ll always say yes.”

“There you are. I swear, there was a line for the ladies’ room almost out to the lobby. Some of those crazy feminists made it into the hotel, I think.” “Why do you say that?” Ansel asked, peering over his shoulder as if a feminist might lurk just behind him. “Well, the woman in the stall beside me was wearing the most masculine shoes. I think she might have been a lesbian.” “Oh, do shut up, Martha. Wearing sensible shoes doesn’t make a woman a feminist or a lesbian any more than wearing that hideous yellow dress makes you a goddamn banana,” Violet snarked, shaking her head. “I swear, with women like you, I don’t know why my mother fought so hard to win the right to vote.”