Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :6500
Publication Date :2010-08-12
Series : #
Heat Level :
Category : Erotic Romance
- Product Code: 00205
Jasmine thought it would be like every other night at work, just cleaning the metro with Stephen, but then Marcel showed up..
A night cleaning the metro...but this night was a little different from the rest. All alone, with no one around except for Stephen her co-worker, and Marcel, the hunky metro driver. Oh my, was she to be violated? Oh darn, what in the world was a poor woman to do?
Finally the last metro train had fired into the station. Jasmine held open the door of the janitor's room and watched the sparks shooting out from the tracks as the brakes screamed to a halt just in front of her. She studied Marcel through the glass window, as he collected his belongings from the front of the car. She couldn't help wondering if he'd even bothered to say goodnight this time. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he didn't. She'd wait until she saw him get out and walk away before bringing her cleaning supplies on board tonight.
Leaning on the door frame, she watched him step over the track… tall, around six-two with sandy brown hair worn as long as the transit commission would allow…and the body of a god. He didn't have to say it; it was obvious that he spent a lot of his free time in the gym.
Jasmine sighed as she collected her cleaning supplies. As she hunted for her dustpan, she wondered where in hell Stephen was. It was already one thirty. He had a habit of arriving just on time, and she worried that one night the supervisor would show up and give him hell. Suddenly, she spotted him strutting down the platform. He had this walk…it was quite something. While he strutted, his hips were out, and his shoulders back. It was something to see with his long brown hair always falling over his face. He was a man of average height, around five-eleven, but that strut of his made him seem much taller.
Jasmine licked her lips suddenly. Stephen had the sweetest face. He was only twenty-two, and she often fantasized about him, especially about his escapades in the gay bars. He was always more than willing to tell her about them of course, which was okay by her.
"Hey," he said, raising a hand, "waiting for me?" He gave her a little grin, his French accent seeming heavier than usual tonight.
"You're ten minutes late," Jasmine sighed, stepping back to allow Stephen room to come up into the room. "I wanted to finish up earlier this shift. You're damn lucky Daniel isn't here. He'd sack you for that."
He chuckled, taking the two steps up into the little room. "Let him try. He'd be doing me a damn favour."
Jasmine shook her head.