WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS 18+ MATURE CONTENT. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY MINORS READING THIS BOOK. I watched him as he pulled out numerous bills from his wallet. He plopped the cash on the glass counter and said, "That's $200. What can I get with that?" I layed back in my seat, slowly crossed my left leg over the right, and smirked with one side of my mouth as I told him, "Whatever you want for however long you can last." He chuckled, "You better chug some Mountain Dew, 'cause you're about to be up all night long." -------- Reya is a hooker. But not your run-of-the-mill street slut who screws every sleeze-bag within a mile radius. Reya only screws the richest and hottest son's of bitches in all of Los Angeles. She's got the best 'product', and she knows that all too well. She's a super fun party animal rulebreaker, but she happens to have a set of rules for her line of business. Or should I say rule. No. Emotional. Ties. Whatsoever. If you can't handle it then she isn't handling you. This rule applied for a very long time until a sexy ass mechanic named Hunter shows her a whole new side of sex. A passionate one that involved more intimacy, more feeling. Is she falling in love against her own will? Or is it just the heat of the moment?