I could taste it on the back of my throat. The cool material of his suit rubbed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, and took in his scent with it. He stiffened a moment before relaxing as I grasped his arm in my hands. I let my arms fall to my sides before I stepped up to his side. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and stood taller. And his discomfort was extended to me.Īnd why it bothered me, I didn’t know. It was the fact that the organizer seemed discomforted by his event. This was no different, and the premise of the evening didn’t bother me. I had more powerful men and women in my client list than I would have ever believed when I first started. Men with money did a lot of odd things with their money. These men here are donating money toward my organization based on ‘paying for one of you for the night’” he said, fingers curling in quotation marks. “Your job is to stay silent, entice, and smile pretty. His eyes left my face and his gaze followed the sway of my breasts for a moment before he looked back at me. “That’s what you paid for.” I shifted my chest so my breasts swayed a bit.
Well I wasn’t some newbie who’d let his actions hurt me. This man probably never had to pay for sex in his life. “You are my date for the night.” He said date like a curse and I arched my brow at him, irritated that I noticed his good looks when he seemed to be disgusted by the very thing I represented.
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