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“You politicians are all the same; making a jalopy sound like a Mercedes.”
“I’m not a politician,” I scowl.
“If you say so.”
“You fuck men for money,” I say crassly, but she doesn’t blanch. “Would this be any different?” I ask.
Her lips tug at the corners, the start of a smile that never quite reaches her eyes, but I’ll take it. I’ll take it because it means she’s giving in, she’ll say yes… she has to.
“You can have someone look at the contract before you sign if you like, but it’s a win-win situation for both of us.”
She stops me, pushing the contract back across the table, and my heart stops beating as I hold my breath.
Her eyes snap up to mine, the blue turning dark and angry.
“You made it almost impossible for me to say no,” she spits, but I can’t help focusing on the ‘almost’ part, which causes a nervous flutter to beat inside my chest.
“It’s the lawyer in me.”
“The asshole part, or the contingency part?”
If I could, I’d bend her over this table right now and show her exactly how much she would enjoy being my wife. Her bratty behavior is threatening to make me hard. I have to make a fist under the table to tamp down the need.
“Both,” I shrug.
“Five million,” she says, staring back at me with hard, bitter blue eyes.
We stare at each other like we’re playing a game of who can blink first.
“That’s a hefty increase.”
“Do you know how much money I make in one night?” she asks, running her tongue along her bottom lip. “That, times three hundred sixty-five days, and five million doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
“Are you offering up three-hundred sixty-five nights?” I ask, resting my forearm on the back of the bench seat.
“Did you know that most men hire an escort not to have sex, but for companionship? Someone to listen to them, a shoulder, or a lap to cry on?” she asks.
“Are you saying you’re a therapist?”
“You seem like you could use one, but no.”
Her witty comments make me laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more challenging woman then Evangeline Bowen.
“Five million or no deal.” She has the stare of a great poker player.
I chew on the inside of my cheek for a moment as we stare at each other, the sparks threatening to burn up the table between us.
Relenting, I take a breath. “And I’m sure you’ll be worth every penny,” I groan while rubbing my chin.
I look down at her untouched plate of food.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I challenge, rubbing my chin. “All those poor hungry, homeless people.”
A slow smile spreads on her lovely face as she dips her finger into the whipped cream, scoops up a large dollop, and brings it to her lips. Her tongue darts out in an alluring way, licking a small bit of the whipped cream on the end before sucking her whole finger into her mouth without breaking eye contact. So help me God, my cock jumps in my pants, and a groan escapes my lips.
I pull a pen from the pocket of my jacket, scratch out the amount on the contract and write in the new figure. “I’ll have my lawyer make it official later.”
“Just one more thing,” she says and it gives me pause, my heart leaping into my throat. “You didn’t get down on one knee and ask me.”
