Sasha did not stand up as I’d ordered. I could see her anger growing, making her unbelievably sexy. She had fire. I liked that. I’d seen it in her the previous evening and it drew me as much now as it had then. I shifted in my seat, adjusting the growing thickness pressing against my zipper.
"Sasha Ramirez. She's 22, American, born here in New York but spent her early adolescent and teenage years in Mexico where she lived with her mother, uncle and her younger brother. She gathered their savings and moved back seven years ago, got admitted to NYU but dropped out in second year due to her inability to continue paying tuition. She is currently sharing an apartment in Stapleton with a Renée Baxter. She worked a few odd jobs afterward and has been with the escort agency for two years. She's also providing for her family in Mexico," Jane finish, trying hard to ignore the tension in the room.
Sasha stood up and gave Jane a stupefied look. Although the fire remained in her expression. I guessed at an intriguing heritage, between her obvious Hispanic roots, and the flames that were as evident in her eyes as they were in her fiery hair. Irish, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was an intoxicating combination, I mused.
"I'm pretty sure I didn't put in those details in my form. Most of that is private information," she said, trying to sound unperturbed and failing terribly. "Please tell me why I'm here," she demanded.
“Congratulations, Ms. Ramirez, you're hired," I declared coldly.
Sasha gasped, partly in disbelief and partly in shock. Her lips parted, her face confused as she turned to Jane, whose expression was just as surprised.
"Alright then, Mr. Walker. Congratulations, Ms. Ramirez. Shall we run through the contract then?" Jane stepped back and gestured towards the door.
"If this is some sort of sick sexual joke, I am not interested!” an angry and dazed Sasha hollered. "I am not selling my body. I am not a prostitute!"
I stood up from my chair and stalked towards her, stopping when our bodies were just inches apart. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and raised her face. Our eyes locked as I whispered at her. “You, Sasha Ramirez, are hired to be my lover…for a million dollars.”
Then I kissed her.
Book 3
Claimed by The Broken Prince
Chapter 1
Prince Walker
Enthralled.
There really was no other word to describe my reaction to his hot mouth plundering mine. Perhaps it was the combination of how he felt against me – tall, hard, lean, so damn masculine – that and the fact that the man had just offered me a million dollars.
A million freaking dollars!
I swayed against him, grasping at the lapels of his ridiculously high-end jacket, and curled my fingers into the fabric as I tried to find my breath. He was taking it from me, taking away my will to inhale.A million dollars to be his lover…I groaned into his mouth, finally sucking in that breath my body was beginning to burn for. Or was it burning for something else? Because there was no doubt about it…I was on fire in that moment. From my lips beneath his, down my throat, down to where my nipples puckered and tingled, all the way to the place deep in my belly that was beginning to throb. Like an animal in heat. It was all-consuming, unthinkable. I’d never responded to a man like this before.
He reached a hand up to cup the back of my head, another sliding around my waist and tugging me more firmly against his body.Oh, God… Fuck!I could feel him pressing hard against my belly. Through the layers of fabric that separated us, his heat practically singed me. In an instant, I was transported to those moments on the dance floor last night when he’d swept me away with him. I don’t know what had come over me then either; it was as if I was under his spell. In front of everyone there, I’d let him reach to my most private parts, explore me… And as he held me now, I could feel myself ready to do it again.
A million dollars…
Exactly the sum being demanded by Manolo Gutierrez, aka Razortip, for the safe return of my brother. My mind reeled back to the sound of Emilio’s voice on the phone last night, the terror in it, knowing without a doubt that he would die. But I could change all that. I could save his life and keep my family whole. All I needed to do was agree…succumb…give my body over to this man. This man who left my knees weak and my heart racing.
All I had to do was be his, and my prayers would be answered.
I sucked in another breath, drawing in his heady scent with it. The scent of heat and temptation and the promise of unspeakable pleasure…losing myself in it. Losing myself to thiscomplete stranger.
I tore my lips away and shoved myself free from his embrace. For a moment, we stood facing each other, my kiss-battered lips parted, our eyes locked. I saw something swirl in his, and his mouth curved up at the corners.
Sheer arrogance!
It was coming off him in waves as he watched me like a predator. Waited for me to give in. Like a gazelle baring its throat to a lion. Everything about him told me this was a man who got what he wanted. Got it…or took it. And he was waiting to take me.
For a million dollars.
It had to be some kind of ridiculous joke. With each passing second, that expression of his was taking hold, the slight smile creeping up into eyes the color of jade. Beautiful, mocking, cruel eyes.
Eyes that flashed wide with alarm as my arm arced around in a flash as I brought my palm up to connect with his cheek. The sharp ringing sound of the slap left me in no doubt that I’d rattled his teeth. Although, to his credit, his head barely snapped sideways beneath the blow. He was strong; there was no denying that. And now he was astonished too. So was his blonde bimbo secretary, Jane, who gave a gasp as I almost slapped her bastard boss’s head clean off.
“I. Am. Not. A. Whore!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
