Here's an unedited peekaboo at a scene with Jenna and Phelia talking about Jasper in the ladies' restroom at the pub (from Chapter 9). It's from Jenna's point of view. I'll pop in Phelia's name so you know the first line belongs to her, with Jenna following. Also, different characters have different speech patterns, hence the change between cos and 'cause/wuz and was. BTW, the book is practically ready to send out to my editor, but I'll wait a tick until I finish the second book, which is already well under way and won't take long to finish (a week or two). You'll have two books very close together. I'm doing it like this so you don't have to wait much. I might put them out two weeks apart. Just remember, they aren't episodes like My Masters' Nightmare, they are novels.
Enjoy!
P.S. If you don't already know, Jenna and Phelia are prison guards at a men's prison.
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Phelia pressed her lips together.
“What is it?”
“You don’t want Marko, cos you want Jasper Rakete.”
“No, fucking way, he’s a prisoner.”
“You still want him.”
“If you’re talking ’bout my smile the other day, it wasn’t at him. I was thinking ’bout shit and he just happened to look up at the wrong time.”
“You don’t needa lie, he’s hot as fuck, totally drop dead gorgeous. Even Mackleby would hit that,” she smirked, “and not with his fist.”
My brow shot up. “He’s bi?”
“More like bi curious for Jasper. That hot fucker made him question his sexuality. Poor Macka got totally weirded out for a while until I calmed him down, telling him that some people can blur preferences, that they're basically gender hall passes. Not like he could act on it, cos Jasper would kill him if he even tried.”
“Plus, Jasper’s a prisoner,” I said, like that wasn’t her first thought as to why Mackleby wouldn’t try it on.
“Yeah, that too. So, chill, you hafta be blind not to find him hot. Just be careful with him, he got another...”
She snapped her mouth shut as the woman flushed the toilet, exiting the cubicle. Phelia turned to touch up her lips, then held out the lippy to me as the woman washed her hands next to us. Not opposed to sharing, I took it, noticing the woman looking at me.
“Your abs are hot,” she said, watching me do my lips.
“Thanks,” I replied, handing the lippy back to Phelia.
“Are you...” her heavily rimmed eyes flicked to Phelia, “a couple?”
“God, no,” Phelia answered. “Just workmates, I like men.”
The woman looked at me. “What about you?”
“Same, I love dick.”
She wrinkled her nose. “What a waste,” then walked out, the door swinging behind her.
Phelia laughed. “You just got hit on by a chick.”
I shrugged. “It’s happens a lot. I must give off some kind of vibe.”
“Nah, it’s this.” She slapped my sixpack. “It hooks ’em in.”
“I wanna hook a guy.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll happen, just make sure you don’t flash that to any of the prisoners. They’d come in a second.”
I laughed. “Not planning on it.”
Her face went serious again. “And especially not Jasper. He got another guard fired, hooked her right in, making her think he wuz in love with her. She totally fell for it, and who wouldn’t with his looks. Just be careful with him, he’ll make you think you’re the best thing since slice bread then drop you like you’re dirt.”
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