Fucking me for money was not what I had in mind, but I might as well go with it.
“What’s so bad about it? Money is good, and you seem to enjoy it as much as I do. That’s why you need to go back there anyway. So why not make more money in a more pleasurable way without the risks?” I ask, my pitch making his eyes go wide with surprise.
I know I’m risking a lot, and with him, it’s probably everything, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?
“I’m clean, and you’re clean. It can’t get safer than that,” I say, cold as him.
His eyes glint with deep-seated pain.
He curves his lips into a dark, faint grin, and I brace myself.
“You already have a whore on a retainer... or maybe more. You don’t need another one. Plus, I don’t do that,” he says, throwing words at me like bullets.
It’s my turn to feel the grip of sarcasm.
“Really? Then, what exactly is it that you do, Jaden?” I sneer.
Frustrated, I clasp my hips.
“Huh? It’s sucking cock in the back alleys any better?”
“I’m not sucking cock...” he barks, a vein pulsing in his corded neck.
“Whatever the hell you do... And then almost got you killed.”
“That was a woman,” he deadpans, and my mouth falls open.
“A woman??”
My voice breaks, filled with disbelief.
“Are you kidding me? You said you weren’t fucking women for money.”
“Not anymore,” he says.
His expression changes, a shred of dark amusement moving through his eyes.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“You... Being angry.”
“Ugh… You’re driving me crazy, Jaden.”
He tips his chin down, his lips lined with a smirk. I feel like slapping him.
I crush a retort and take a deep breath before raising my hands and gesturing.
“Okay... Okay. What about this? You work for me. Legit work. No sex.”
He lifts an eyebrow, the temperature of his smile rising, giving me an instant flash.
“You know it’s not gonna work,” he says as if reading my mind. “We both know it. And you said the same thing when you hired me.”
“It will fucking work. I’ll make it work. I promise.”
He ponders.
“What kind of work?”