Page 53 of Destined To Fall

I nod, unable to speak, and begin undoing the ribbon on my corset.

“To talk to.”

“Sure. With my hands or my tongue?”

“Vivienne, I’m not having sex with you.”

“Why? Because I’m a whore?” That smarts more than it should.

“No.” He shakes his head to emphasize his point.“I’m not having sex with you because…I’m…I’m…”

“You’re what? Too good for me?”

“Celibate.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m celibate.”

I stare at him,open-mouthed while the words seep in. He once said he didn’t do casual sex, but no sex?“No fucking way. You’re pulling my leg.”

He shakes his head.

“But look at you.”

He grins.“And?”

“You’re young, fit, and…”tempting.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Are you deformed?”

“No,” he snorts.

“Have a disease? Can’t get it up? Are you secretly a Ken doll? Something must be wrong with you.”

He laughs out loud, the sound deep and hearty.“No, no, and no.”

“I don’t believe you.Let mesee for myself.” I make a move toward him, fighting a grin of my own, and he shakes his head furiously.“I’ll be gentle…”

“Now why don’t I believe you?” He chuckles again, but his eyes widen, and his whole body goes rigid.

“Spoilsport.” I raise my hands in surrender, crossing them over my chest, and smile. It dies along with my jovial mood, and I sigh, resigned.“So talk.”

“You’re an escort?”

I nod.

“For sex?”

“Not strictly speaking.”

“What does that mean?”

“Not always. Myfullservices are expensive. Sometimes I’m just a pretty accessory.”

He frowns.“And my father, what about him?”

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