The Usual

By Rebecca Milton

There was nothing to get in her way. There was nothing that could change the course of the life she had been planning, working, manipulating for the past three years. She had the perfect job, the perfect lover, the perfect life and now, it was only going to get better.

Then, at the diner where she had breakfast every morning, the same thing, every morning, the usual you might say, something changed. That small change, that little deviation from the norm sent her life spiraling out of control Or, did it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005719722

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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The Usual

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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Good morning, he said as he set her coffee cup on the counter and filled it with the dark, steaming liquid that she counted on, she felt, to stay alive, keep her edge and make it through the day. He dropped a menu in front of her and walked off to see to another customer. A good morning it was indeed, she thought to herself. Adam had stayed the night, and they had woken early, made love, showered together, and dressed. She couldn’t decide if she loved watching him dress or undress more. Both held great joy for her.

After their stunning morning, he had kissed her at the door, hard and deep, before he ran off to start his day. Before she moved out of the apartment, onto the street, off to the diner. Before she went forth into her day. The perfect way to describe the day she knew lay ahead. She would go forth, say hello to her secretary, sit in her moderately sized office, and wait for the call. Then, when the call came, she would ride the elevator to the twenty-second floor, say hello to Kevin, or Martin, or whatever the guy’s name was who was Callan’s secretary or... man.

Callan liked to have men run his life, but there was nothing sexual about it. Callan was with