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Unravel: Copyright © 2018 by Jessa James
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Published by Jessa James
James, Jessa
Unravel
Cover design copyright 2020 by Jessa James, Author
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
This book has been previously published.
About Unravel:
Mr. Vance
My eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because she’d seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body.
Samara
I assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, I’d never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me!
If cocky men, virgins and angst are your thing read on...
1
The music from the club throbbed and made its way out onto the street where I stood, pausing to catch my breath before making my way into work. The alleyway stank of stale cigarette smoke and worse, something stinking in one of the dumpsters nearby. I gagged a little and steeled myself as I moved toward the door, not ready to end my break just yet. I couldn't put a finger on why I was feeling the way I did that day, but I was anxious about going into work that night and somewhere in the pit of my stomach it seemed like something was just a little…off.
"You never have to do anything you don't want to," I said to myself, sure that I must look like some kind of a lunatic as I stood outside of the club and tried to think of a reason not to go in. There were far too many reasons that I had to be there. If I ever wanted to finish college I was going to have to keep up things at my job. It wasn't the sort of work I had always dreamed of doing, but it was paying the bills, keeping food on the table, and whenever my schooling was all done I would be one of the few people I knew who wasn't weighted down under a pile of student loans. The club paid me well for the work I did, which made it all a little easier to deal with — and it was certainly better than the dozen or so waitressing jobs I had picked up through the end of high school and start of college.
And if I was totally honest with myself, I knew that it was all a necessity. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college and if I wanted to continue my education and have a career I was going to have to fund it all myself. If they had been able, I knew my parents would have paid for my schooling, housing, and everything else that came along with college life in a heartbeat, but we just didn’t have that kind of lifestyle. My mom had been a secretary at the same law firm since after my younger brother was born. He was only 17 now and she certainly had not been working long enough to work up to any kind of retirement. She joked that she would still be sitting behind the same desk at Keller, Lawson, Waterman, and Keller when she was 75, but deep down I prayed that it would not be the case for her. Money was too tight and she and my dad did everything they could, but I didn’t want to see her working into her golden years.
My dad had been in business for himself since he was very young. He was a mechanic and had started off at one of the local garages in town before working his way up and saving
