Page 215 of The First Time
"I'm looking for someone like you."
What? "For…"
"It's a job. Unorthodox—"
"I'm not a whore."
"And I'm not a john. I don't pay for sex."
"What? You'd pay for the time and we'd happen to sleep together? I wasn't born yesterday. I know how this goes."
His grip around my wrist tightens. "No."
The word stops me in my tracks. It's strong. Confident. Sure. I feel it in my bones.
No.He doesn't want to pay me to sleep with him.
I shouldn't believe him, but I do.
He stares back into my eyes. "I want to fuck you, Kat. But I'm not going to pay you for that. It's going to be because you want me."
My cheeks flush. "I…"
"It wasn't a question." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "That other restaurant is a nicer place. You'd make more."
I nod.
"You need money?"
"You could say that."
"I have money." His voice lifts. Back to that confident, unshakable tone. "And I want you. For six months. A year maybe."
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to marry me."
