My heart slams against my chest.
“What kind of deal?” I am barely able to speak.
I have to get my shit together.
“You talk to me, and then we see where that leads.”
To nowhere, I tell myself. He just said it: he likes to fuck and fly.
“Fine. My fantasy is commitment. You know—marriage, mutual respect, love, and lots of babies… babies everywhere.”
He laughs. “Like a bunny?”
“Ah, not the kind of bunny I bet you’re thinking of, Hugh. There’snothingplayboyabout love, actual love. So, gee, looks like we aren’t a match.” I take one more sip, because damn, it is good, and I am about to get up when he leans across the table and gently grabs my arm.
“Love can be a lot of things, and we aren’t a match, that’s true. But I’m not here to find a missing sock, and neither are you.” He lets me go but remains intense. “I’m here to drink until I’m drunk on your moans and screams. I know about the little hook when fingering a woman, and that a dip in the backside while my cock is in your pussy will make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.” He is clearly being sarcastic now because he gives me a little wriggle, like he’s boasting. “I work out. So I can get it up for several rounds… seconds, thirds, fourths… You’ll tire before I do.”
Fuck me. Fuck.
“So your fantasy is fingering a girl’s ass?” I really can’t get past that.
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” He is just being straight-up smarmy.
“You’re funny.” I take another sip. “And probably a serial killer. Nice meeting you.” I stand up for one last time.
“I might be, but I’m rich enough to buy my way out of any consequences. Tell me straight. How much would it cost for me to buy you? For the night.”
Fuck him.
“You know what, Mr. Cock? Two grand isn’t worth it. See, that’s how much Satin Catering is going to pay me for this gig and the one I did two nights ago. But this shit… this bullshit ‘how much do you cost?’ nonsense… No. Marriage, babies, and mutual respect—that’s how much I cost, asshole. I can’t be bought. Fuck you.”
I walk out as tears well in my eyes. I didn’t even like babies; I just knew they scared men like him. I need the two grand for rent, but now I am surely going to be fired.
“I can do better than two grand,” he says calmly.
“I’m sure you can,” I toss over my shoulder.
“You have the most gorgeous legs of any woman I’ve ever seen.That’s not a lie. I love that you hate it here as much as I do.” He stands and walks toward me.
I have an instinct to run, but I stay put, unsure of where to go since he seems very athletic.
“Your irreverence is refreshing. I believe if I told you exactly who I was, you wouldn’t give a shit, and I love that too.” He comes up behind me and touches my neck gently, caressing my tight muscles. “I’m not going to break you.” He kisses my neck, and a shiver scurries up my body from my toes to the top of my head. “I’ll give you one hundred thousand dollars for every hour of your time, for the inconvenience of my company.”
Holy fuck. One hundred thousand dollars?
“Why?” I barely breathe as his hand trails down my body, and I don’t stop it.
That is life-changing money.
“Because you have the audacity to ask. And I don’t often get to talk to people who don’t want something from me.”
And suddenly he is touching me, sliding his fingers under my dress, caressing my inner thigh.
“One hundred thousand dollars is something…” I stop his hand and hold it for a moment, unsure if I want him there so close to my underwear and more…
“Not to me. I make one hundred thousand dollars, give or take, on my investments every few minutes. It hardly registers.” He kisses my neck again and turns me to face him.
As soon as he does, I can feel the hard thickness of his erection on my belly. He is massive and so aroused. I swallow as he threads his fingers into my hair and angles my head back, then plants a feather-light kiss on my mouth.
