Nicole decided to keep him guessing. "That's none of your business."
He took one more drag on the cigarette before grounding the butt out in the tray on the countertop. "How much is it going to take for you to please me?"
Continuing his verbal play, she leaned in the glass to give him her best seductive stare. "You couldn't afford me," she whispered.
"How much?" he asked again his eyes practically dancing like green Christmas tree lights now that he knew she was going to play with him.
Did he crave verbal foreplay? Was that how he got his kicks? Making someone angry then sink to his level. Oh she would get him good. "Five hundred dollars."
He flinched and she smiled triumphantly. "That's a lot. What do I get?"
She shrugged, not letting him see she was completely out of her territory. This was Cleo's business. "A lip job," she said borrowing Cleo's terminology.
His eyes widened. "That's it? All I get is a good lip job? Hell for five hundred dollars, I could buy the whole lot of crack whores on the corner and go to town for a day and a half."
"Then go down the street and get them, but here you pay."
"How will I know it's worth it?"
She knew this idiot couldn't have a thousand dollars on him, but she decided to tease him by leaning close to the window. If she dropped her shoulders and pressed her bosom almost against the glass, it gave him a nice view down her shirt. "I'll make you scream for mercy."
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Love Like This
RomanceAngered that his wife would sleep with his brother, Ethan swore revenge. To his surprise, he becomes involved with the one person his wife never wanted him to get close to...her daughter, Nicole. Once Ethan leaves his wife penniless and then breaks...
