Never a Saint - Lila Rose

Chapter One

Kylo

My knee bounced up and down as I sat across from Saint at his co-owned business, the Polished Pussies and Penises. I’d seen his ad in the paper recruiting men to join the forces for male and female clients in the brothel side of things, but they were branching out into providing an escort service. I’d be happy to do either. I was there to apply for the job. I just wasn’t sure he’d accept me since I was a prospect for the Diamond MC that we were both a part of. I was full to the damn brim with nerves, but the money I could make would set me up for life. I never wanted to struggle like I had when I was young and in the hands of my fucked-up parents. If Boom, another member of the MC and an old friend of my father’s, hadn’t got me out of my hellhole, hadn’t taken me in, I would have been messed up for life. I was one of the lucky ones really. There were many out in the world in the same boat I’d been in before Boom took control.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saint asked, yet again. He leaned back in his office chair and eyed me like I’d gone insane.

Maybe I had. But the need to set my life up so I could breathe easy and never struggle would be worth it. The current job I had at the gym paid well, but this would pay better, and that was what I felt I needed. Besides, I loved sex with both men and women. I didn’t see the problem with wanting to apply. Hell, it could be a job I would excel at.

“Yeah,” I said.

Saint’s brows quirked. “You do understand the position, right?”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “Yes.”

Saint’s lips thinned. “You would have to go on dates with clients lookin’ for some company. Then there’s the ones who will come here wantin’ to fuck.” He paused for effect, maybe. “Men and women.”

That time I did roll my eyes. “You already know I don’t care if it’s men or women. I’m applyin’ for the job. I know the details. What are you worried about? That it’ll be bad for the Diamond MC?”

Saint shook his head. “Fuck, if anythin’, it’ll make the club more popular with the women, and the brothers won’t give a shit because they’re all about money and sex, which is what this job is.”

“Exactly.”

Saint sighed. “What happens if a man or a woman comes here and you don’t find them attractive? Would you still be able to get hard?”

Was he serious? “Yeah, I won’t have a problem.”

Saint jerked his head back in shock. “Serious?”

“All I gotta do is close my eyes and picture someone I’m into, and if I can’t close my eyes, I’ll make sure the customer is happily satisfied while I get hard.”

He seemed skeptical over my answer. I was only twenty-three and fucking horny, to the point where it was as if I was just learning to use my dick. I’d do just about anyone if it led to me getting off.

“All right.” He nodded and then glanced down at the paper in front of him. “Then how would you rate your ability to help your partner find their release?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to brag, but I was after this job after all. “Ten outta ten.”

Saint snorted. “Serious?”

I laughed. “You seem to be sayin’ that a lot.”

His eyes narrowed. No other brother would I have given lip to, but I was good friends with Lucas, Saint’s younger, gay brother. So, in a way, I had a feeling I could get away with it a little. However, it might not last because Lucas didn’t know I was applying for the job to become a male escort-slash-prostitute. When he’d heard I’d been thinking about it and asked me, I’d told him it’d just been something I was thinking of, that it probably wouldn’t happen. Yet, here I was. When Lucas did find out, I expected a lengthy phone call. I just didn’t know if he would want to talk me out of it or just need to understand the whys of my choice. I hoped for the second one as I appreciated Lucas’s friendship and wouldn’t want to lose it over something like this.

I wiped my sweaty palms down my thighs. “No woman or man has left my bed without findin’ their own release. I take care