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“Alexander,” I correct. My gaze lingers on the words stretched across her chest, and my lips curve into a slow, wicked grin. “Interesting choice of words. I could just buy 60 Minutes, you know.”
Her cheeks flush, but she holds her ground. “It’s called a sense of humor. You should try it sometime.”
I chuckle, enjoying the way her eyes flash when she’s annoyed. “Oh, I have one. Trust me. But I have to ask…were you thinking of anyone specific when you bought that shirt, hmm?”
Chapter 4
Francesca
My heart's pounding so hard I swear he can hear it. I try to play it cool, but fuck, the way Alexander's looking at me right now…his eyes are dark with hunger, roaming over my body like he wants to devour me whole.
And I would let him, I think. I probably wouldn’t put up a fight.
“You'd like to know who I was thinking about, wouldn't you?” I taunt, cocking my hip. “Maybe I just like making dirty old men squirm.”
He steps closer, boxing me in against a car. The heat radiating off his body makes me shiver. “I think we both know who you were thinking about, Francesca. Say it.”
His voice is low, commanding. It sends a jolt straight to my cunt. I'm embarrassingly wet already, my panties damp beneath my work pants.
My phone vibrates in my hand. The notification makes my blood run cold.
The literal worst time for this to happen.
Infinity: New match!
High-paying client seeking companion tomorrow night. Accept?
Alexander's eyes narrow as he glances at my screen. I try to hide it, but I'm not fast enough.
“Infinity?” he growls, his voice dangerously low. “What the hell are you doing on that app?”
I try to play it cool, but my hands are shaking. “None of your business,” I snap, shoving my phone in my pocket.
He crowds me against the car again, this time caging me in with his arms. The heat of his body makes me dizzy. “Oh, I think it is very much my business. Are you selling yourself, Francesca?”
My cheeks burn with shame and anger. “I'm not a whore,” I hiss.
“I didn’t say you were. Now explain,” he demands. His green eyes bore into mine, making my core clench. Fuck, why does he have to be so goddamn sexy when he's pissed off?
I swallow hard, weighing my options. I could lie, but something tells me he'd see right through it. And part of me...part of me wants him to know.
“Fine,” I spit out. “You want the truth? I use Infinity to book high-end companion gigs. Nothing illegal, just dates. Arm candy for rich assholes who want to show off at fancy parties.”
His jaw clenches. “And why the fuck would you need to do that?”
I laugh bitterly. “Because, unlike your precious son, some of us weren't born with a silver spoon up our asses. I've got six figures in student loan debt and three jobs barely keeping me afloat. Infinity pays well; no strings attached.”
Alexander's eyes darken. “No strings? You really think these men don't expect more?”
“I can handle myself,” I snap. My bravado falters as his hand comes up to cup my cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle.
“You shouldn't have to,” he murmurs. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, making me shiver. “Let me help you, Francesca. I can take care of everything.”
My cunt throbs at his words. God, the things I want him to do to me. But I can't let him see how much he affects me.
“I don't need your charity,” I say, even as my body betrays me by leaning into his touch.
He chuckles, low and dangerous. “Oh sweetheart, it's not charity I'm offering.”
