Page 173 of The Sinner: James

“Since when are you in the habit of not asking me if I want to share?”

“Maybe you want to take a nap, so why bother?” he says, fucking with me.

Grinning, I ash my cigarette and shake my head.

“You’re such a jerk. I said I was tired. I’m not dead.”

“You said you wanted to take a break,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

We both laugh.

“Don’t fucking play cute with me. I want to take a break from work and stop being chased by women.”

“Got fed up already?”

“Have you seen that fucking reporter?”

“She was a show host, James.”

“Whatever... And it’s not only her.”

“They come with the money.”

“What’s wrong with your money?” I say, putting out the cigarette.

He lifts his chin to me.

“And your face,” he adds.

“Fuck you, Lex. There’s nothing wrong with your face, and they don’t harass you.”

“You’re the face of the Enterprise, baby.”

“Give me a fucking break, will you?”

He chuckles, entertained.

I tip my head back and rake my hands through my hair, letting out a long exhale.

“Tell me about this escort. Why would I waste my time with her? We can probably pick someone up at the party.”

“You said you didn’t want to be harassed and wanted something different.”

“Yeah... No. I don’t. What’s so different about this one?”

“She’s one of a kind.”

“How come I’ve never heard of her?”

“She’s young.”

I cross my arms over my chest.

“How young?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Hmm… Is she with an agency?”

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