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" Five thousand dollars? For a kiss?”
“That’s what I said.”
“With tongue?”
“It’s not really a kiss without it.
Just say yes, pet. You obviously need the money.”
I gasp before I can stop myself. I didn’t think five words from a stranger could hurt so much. What a dick.
“For fuck’s sake, Nicholas,” Simon says.
But he just looks at me, waiting, those arrogant green eyes alight with anticipation. So I give him what he’s waiting for.
“Hands under the table,” I order.
He smiles wider, puts his flask in his pocket, and does what he’s told.
“Close your eyes.”
“I like a woman who’s not afraid to take charge.”
“No more talking.” He’s said more than enough.
I lean in, keeping my eyes open the whole time, memorizing every angle of that face, feeling his warm breath against my cheek. This close, I can see the shadow of stubble on his chin and for just a second, I let myself wonder what it would feel like scratching against my stomach, my thighs—everywhere.
Then in one move, I pick up his plate—and smash the apple pie in his stupid, handsome face.
“Kiss this, asshole. "
― Emma Chase , Royally Screwed (Royally, #1)
