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“Right.”

She crosses her arms. My attention drops to her incredible tits straining against the thin fabric of her top.

Fuck.

She catches me.

Of course she does.

One eyebrow rises.

“My eyes are up here.”

I almost laugh.

“Touché.”

“Thanks.”

I should stop enjoying this.

I don't. But I should.

“I’m Damian Leeds.”

“Well, Mr. Leeds, you've been misinformed.”

“About?”

“My willingness to sell.”

My wing muscles tighten.

“I assure you, everyone has a price.”

Her face shutters.

There.

Something I said hits deeper than it should.

“No.”

I frown.

“No?”

“No.”

I wait.

Apparently that's the entire answer.

“I don't think you understand what I'm offering.”

“I don't think you understand what I'm saying.”

My tail lashes. Her eyes flick toward it. Then she smiles.