“I don’t do women.”
“Oh... You’re gay?”
He purses his lips, crushing a grin.
“Do I look gay?” he asks.
Tilting his head back, he stares down his nose at me, drilling holes into my confidence.
He damn sure knows how good-looking he is.
“I don’t know. You don’t… But that doesn’t mean anything. You don’t look like a pain in the ass either.”
An insolent smile flashes across his lips.
“Are you, or are you not?” I ask.
“No, I’m not.”
“It’s fine if you don’t do women. I’m not hiring you for sex.”
A playful smile rolls over his lips. He brings his hand to his chin and rubs it softly.
I find the pursing of his lips distracting.
“What for, then?”
“I need an escort.”
His eyebrows flick up.
“Escort?”
“Three days max. Island resort in Key West. Everything is paid for. Formal clothing included.”
“Formal clothing?”
“We’re going to a party. We travel together, share a bungalow, and don’t fuck.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his lazy smile making my panties wet.
“If we fuck, you’re going to be paid extra.”
His teeth scrape his lip, his eyes weighing me, amused.
“Are you sure I’m interested?” he asks.
“About going or fucking?”
“Hmm... You’re cute, but I’m not interested in either.”
His answer throws me off.
I stall for a moment as he pivots, ready to leave. I’m already staring at his back when more words fly out of my mouth.
“Ten grand, three days, everything included. Nothing out of pocket. Any fucking, two grand per sex act, whether it involves intercourse or not.”
He turns around slowly, his hand curled around the doorknob, his eyes scanning me, curious.