Page 157 of The Sinner: James

He wears suit pants and a tailored shirt.

Hands tucked in his pockets, he stands in front of the window and looks outside.

I drape my cloak over my shoulders and walk to him.

“I’d like to see you again,” he says, pivoting and locking my eyes.

Everything I need to know is right there in his gaze.

Like me, he’s enjoyed this a lot. And also, like me, he is not looking for more. More than sex, I mean.

He studies me, his gaze sweeping my lips briefly before he speaks again.

“I travel to New York on business a few times a month,” he says in a flat, business-like voice. “Money is not an issue,” he adds.

A slow smile curves my lips as I take him in. Raw power beams in his eyes.

Money can be a potent aphrodisiac, especially when it comes to an attractive man.

I would’ve never said that a while ago.

Mostly because I had no idea how these things worked, but now I know why my mom tried to talk me out of James Sexton.

“But I’m not...”

His hand slides up my neck, and tingles roll down my spine.

“I don’t give a damn what you are, or you’re not. I have a life outside this city too. All I want is a few hours of your time, and I’m willing to pay you.”

“All right,” I say softly.

“You live far from here?”

I shake my head.

“My driver waits for you downstairs,” he says.

He grabs a business card and a white envelope from the coffee table.

“You have all my office numbers here,” he says, pointing to the card. “My private number is in your cell,” he adds, handing me my phone. “And this is for this evening.”

He folds the envelope and slips it into my pocket.

I open my mouth, unsure of what to say.

“You might change your mind. But I hope you won’t,” he says.

I slide my hand over his chest and press my lips against his mouth.

“I probably won’t. I liked it as much as you did.”

He smiles, content.

“I’ll see you next time,” he says.

Seconds later, I tear away from him and walk into the private elevator.

Sunk in thought, I make the trip back to the first floor.

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