“Why are you so nervous around me?” he asked. “You didn’t enjoy yourself?”
He lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over my skin. Just his touch made my body tremble, and I shook like I was cold, even though his hands were warm. I wanted them there. I loved the way his body felt against mine.
“Listen,” I said softly, steadying myself. “I don’t know what you think we’re gonna do, but I can’t entertain you at all.”
He looked at me, waiting.
“Nina gave me a contract.”
“A contract? What kind of fuckingcontract?” He shook his head slowly.
“The contract said that if I let you know who I am, talk to you, sleep with you, or do anything like that ever again, then I owe her money. And not just the money she paid me. A lot more.”
He looked at me sharply.
“So she paid you to fuck me?”
The offense was clear on his face, and I could tell immediately that he was the type of man who had never had to pay a woman for sex in his life. I mean, he shouldn’t have to. I said it once, and I’d say it ten times again. I would’ve fucked him for absolutely free.
“Yes, she did, but maybe I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” I admitted.
“Nah, keep talking. You good?”
“Well. She paid me and made me sign a contract in the restroom. It pretty much states that if I break the rules, I owe her twenty times the amount she paid me.” I swallowed.
“And I don’t have that type of money to lose.”
He stepped back slightly, like something in him had cracked. I could see it in the way he bit down on his bottom lip, not uncomfortable, but wounded, because his pride seemed bruised.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” I said quickly.
“Nah, you didn’t,” he replied.
“The only way I’d be offended is if you didn’t actually enjoy yourself, and the way your body shook underneath me was fake. Was it?”
“No, it wasn't. It was one of the best experiences in my life.
“Well, did you get paid to say that?”
“No, it’s the God honest truth. I may have gotten paid to have sex with you. But I didn’t get paid to lie.”
He stared at me, almost letting a slight smile escape his lips.
“Is that line of work something you do for a living?”
“What line of work? Prostitute?”
“Yeah.”
“Hell no. I was just in the club last night, and she approached me. She offered the threesome, and once the money came into play, I couldn’t back out if I wanted to. I don’t run across that kind of payday often.”
“I understand that. But where are you from?”
“D.C.”
“And why are you out here?”
“My friend is getting married this weekend.”
