"Why'd you come?" I ask, putting out my cigarette. She takes a step closer, drinking me in. She seems observant enough. Yet it fucking amuses me to no end that she hasn't noticed she's talking to a fucking monster.
"I was due for a break," she says. "Thought I'd get some fresh air."
"In the smokers' lounge?" I smirk. "Sure, sugar."
She blinks rapidly at the nickname, and a smile tugs on the corners of her lips. "Maybe I'm a smoker too."
"You're not." I laugh.
"How do you know?"
"You seem too smart to be a smoker," I mutter, pulling back from the wall. "You want to make some money?"
"Money?" Her brows knit together.
"I have five grand if you want it."
"For what?"
"What do you think?" I smirk. "I want my cock sucked. I don't pay for pussy, but I will pay for you to wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock and suck it dry."
"I'm not a whore," she spits out, turning around to leave just as the couple walks out. I grab her by the wrist and pull her back to me, and she doesn't even fucking fight it. I glare at the lone straggler left in the lounge until he rolls his eyes and leaves as well. Now it's just us. No fucking witnesses.
I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to her now. My employers would cover my tracks, and nobody would know.
I may be a hitman, but I'm not a fucking monster. When she puts her mouth on my dick, it'll be consensual. In fact, I won't shoot my load down her throat until she's begged for it.
"You don't do this for money?" I mutter against the shell of her ear. I can see goose bumps erupting all over her skin.
"No," she hisses.
"So you'll do it for free?"
She yanks her arm out of my hold and glares at me. "I'm not going to suck your dick. Not for any amount of money."
She's cute when she lies. She has a tell, too. She blinks fast, once, twice. I already know her biggest secret.
"What's your name?"
She looks like she won't answer, but then she changes her mind and mutters, "Monroe."
"How old are you, Monroe?"
Her eyes fill with panic. "What does it matter?"
"You twenty-one?" She doesn't answer, just stares at me. "You shouldn't be serving drinks."
"I do whatever I have to," she mutters.
"So you do need the money."
She doesn't reply. Her mouth thins into a line, and she glares at me. "Not that badly."
"Really?" I smirk. "Everyone has a price, Monroe. What's yours?"
"You can't buy me."
"I can't? Not even a kiss?"
"I..." She looks away. I can tell she's struggling with her decision. I'm fucking loving this. "I don't know."
"Here." I pull out my wallet. It's thick with hundred-dollar bills. I peel off some and hand them to her. "Two grand. For a kiss."
Her eyes widen at the sight of the money. "I can't take this."
I grab her by the waist. Her eyes widen with a mix of fear and lust as I pull her against me. I don't wait for her to argue; I just fucking kiss her. Her lips are sweet and taste like bubblegum. She doesn't fight me. She even parts her lips for me, allowing my tongue to meet hers and fucking take whatever the hell I want.
When I pull back, her face is flushed, and she looks crestfallen.
"Here," I say, handing her the bills. "I owe you now."
She eyes the money. Monroe seems hungry for it, but I can tell her pride prevents her from taking it. I tuck the bills into her bra without touching her skin, just the fabric of her lingerie peeking out from under her dress. My cock tightens again.
"Thank you, sugar." I smirk, walking away from her.
Just as I'm about to enter the club again, she calls out for me, saying, "Wait!"
I turn over my shoulder as she catches up with me, eyes wide. She hesitates, but I can tell there's a question on the tip of her tongue.
"Just say it." I grin.
"Do you... do you have more?" Fearfully, she raises her sweet eyes to mine.
"You saw my wallet, didn't you?" She nods, swallowing. "How much more do you need?"
She stares into my eyes, her bottom lip trembling as she whispers, "A-All of it. P-Please."
I want to laugh out loud, but at the same time, I'm consumed with fucking guilt. This shit doesn't happen to me. I don't have a moral code, yet this girl is making me question my actions just by batting her lashes at me.
"What are you going to do for it?"
"I..." She bites her bottom lip, perfect pearly whites digging into her juicy little mouth. "Whatever you want."
I shouldn't go along with this. She's not even fucking twenty-one. She doesn't deserve for me to destroy her life, yet I can't stop myself. I want her. And she'll be rewarded, after all. It's not like I'm taking advantage.