My Guy

By Anastasia Rabiyah

Anne lazes through her Wednesday until a handsome guy with a thing for weird names and a whole bunch of scars comes in for a romp at the Chattel brothel. She’s in no mood for work, and he surprises her by only wanting to be held. She wants more, much more than she realizes at first. Everyone wants something special. Even a working girl wants to be loved. The guy with a new name every week wants something too, but forever is a scary thing, and the stars he reaches for burned out a long time ago.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: Jun 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781936165957

Anastasia Rabiyah

Anastasia writes erotic romance, paranormal erotic romance, and dark fantasy. She often crosses genres in order to follow her muses into the darkness where they seek out destiny in all its forms. She believes in fairies, demons, angels, magic, passion, chocolate, supportive friends, e-books, and writing critique groups. Her deepest desire is to pursue her creative dreams and realize them. Every spare moment she devotes to writing for her haunting muses.

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MY GUY

Anastasia Rabiyah

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

MY GUY

Copyright © 2011 ANASTASIA RABIYAH

ISBN 978-1-936165-95-7

Cover Art Designed By Anastasia Rabiyah

Chapter One: Uriel

I had on my favorite nightie that day, a long purple one, all see-through to show off my thong. I didn’t have a boob job like most of the girls there. No need for it. Some of us are just plain gifted. It was noon, not our peak time, but you never know when the guys will want some. Robby runs a tight ship at the Chattel. He keeps us on our toes. The intercom in my room beeped, the signal to head down to the lobby for a line-up. I snapped my book shut and slipped on my heels. I hate heels, but some things are expected and there’s no getting around them.

Prissy was the first to get snatched up. No big deal really. Guys go for blondes, especially bleached ones. She winked at me and took her guy’s hand, leading him down the hall to her room.

There were two guys left. I was kinda lazy that day, so I didn’t really flaunt it like I usually do. I waited at the end of the line and watched the first one walk along all seventeen of us to pick out the one he wanted to fuck. He was one of those office fellas with pasty white skin and real thick glasses. Cute if you like to dominate. I wasn’t really in the mood for that. Truth is, I wanted a guy to spend some time with; I wanted the real thing. I knew the real thing wasn’t gonna walk in to Robby’s Chattel and want me, though. A girl like me knows how it is.

Coke Bottle Glasses chose Veronica. They giggled at each other and headed off.

The last guy didn’t walk the line like most did. He stood against the bar, sipping his drink and eyeing us like he wanted a particular thing. I eyed him right back. Tall guy, dark skin, and shifty black eyes. He had a large mouth with lips a girl could get lost kissing. His eyebrows were thick, his jaw set and strong-looking. When he turned to pay for his drink, I smiled. I like guys with long hair, and he had a braid hanging halfway down his back. For a sec, I thought about undressing him, untying that braid and combing my fingers through his hair. His clothes hid his shape, but his shoulders were broad.

Last Guy stood and strode toward