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on my jauntily jutting
hip. “So time is money. What do you want?”
    Rubbing his hand over his stubbled jawline, he moved to the
couch and sank his long frame into it. His knees came up higher than the end of
the cushions. He considered me with his flashing dark gaze. “What do I want?”
he repeated. “Why, whore, I think I already told you what I wanted.”

Chapter Three
     
    Oh fuck, surely not that speech about fucking my cunt and
then my ass. “I don’t think you could afford that,” I answered sassily, both
thrilled and appalled at the suggestion. No one had ever fucked my ass before.
    “I think you’ll find I can.” He plucked his wallet from his
pocket and flashed a thick wad of notes my way. “I think you’ll find I can
afford anything you have to offer.”
    I tried to hide a visible gulp. My cunt was creaming, my
whole pelvis contracting as lust, need and fear tangled in a confusing soup of
emotions.
    “Take off your clothes,” he said.
    Shaking my head, I said, “No, not until we strike the deal.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, the deal. Okay, I’ll tell you
the deal, but there’s no point arguing. I deal for a living.”
    “What do you do, Jovica?”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Ah, you know my name, clever little
whore.”
    “I heard you, when you answered your phone.” I studied my
scarlet fingernails, feigning boredom with the whole conversation.
    “And do you like my name?” he asked.
    “Yes, it suits you.”
    “Mmm, I am rather partial to that one, it has a nice ring to
it, reminds me of home.”
    That one?
    “Where’s home?”
    He wagged his finger at me and stood. “Oh no, too many
questions.”
    “You know so much about me.”
    He huffed. “I know your slutty fantasies make you put
yourself in danger, that you give great head and have a shiny, bare pussy.
Other than that I know nothing, but feel free to go ahead and tell me.”
    I tilted my chin and kept my lips clamped. I was a whore,
his whore, that was our game. I wasn’t Karen the superefficient receptionist
with the chintzy apartment and the little black book full of nice, all-American
men to call on for dates. I was a dirty, low-moraled whore who would do
anything for a buck no matter how degrading.
    “You see,” he said, stepping close, crooking his knuckle
beneath my chin and tilting my head, “you don’t want to spoil the fantasy by
telling me anything about your life and I’m not going to tell you anything
about mine…” He leaned low so his lips were only a whisper from mine and his
ruggedly handsome face filled my vision. “’Cause knowing any shit about me,
quite honestly, is just too damn dangerous.”
    I trembled beneath his touch. I’d never been so turned-on.
There was something about Jovica that checked all the nasty boxes of my
salacious desires. He was bad, his voice oozed mysterious menace, and he was
right, I knew nothing about him. The risk of being here with him alone, in this
room, where no one would ever think to look for me was huge. It was forcing
adrenaline into my system. But far from flight or fight, it just made me
desperate for the action to begin.
    “One hundred,” he said, smoothing his hand gently over my
cheek and slotting his fingers into the hair above my ear. “One hundred for one
hour.”
    “Two.”
    “I told you, I’m not bargaining. One hundred for one hour of
fucking. That’s the only deal there is.”
    Perfect.
    The touch of his calloused palm was electric. My nipples
tensed and my whole scalp tingled.
    “Okay, one hundred. But condoms, you have to wear a condom.”
    “You really think I’d go bareback into your fetid cunt?” he
asked softly, sweetly, as though he’d just offered me a hot chocolate with
marshmallows and sugar sprinkles.
    I pursed my lips, thrilling at the way his crude but gently
spoken words cheapened me so much further than if he’d barked them at me.
    He twitched his mouth as if he knew he’d said the right
thing the right way. Then he