~Janet's POV~
I wiped down the counter at the Dusty Rose Bed and Breakfast Cafe, the morning sun slanting through the windows like it was trying to spotlight every speck of dust in this godforsaken Texas town. The place was buzzing already...truckers grabbing coffee, locals nursing hangovers with black brew, and a few out-of-towners looking lost.
I'm Janet, thirty-five and owning it, with curves that turn heads and a smile that seals deals. They call me the town's cheap slut behind my back, the community c*m dump to anyone who's had a taste. Hell, I wear it like a badge. Why fight it when it pays the bills and scratches that itch deep in my gut?
I've been at this game for years, ever since my ex skipped town and left me with nothing but bills and a hunger for something real...raw, swe
