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“Oh, I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, now? That’s news. I must have missed when you asked me out.”
I’m right and he knows it. He’s only offered sex. That’s all he wants from me, and having sex in exchange for a wad of money is prostitution, whatever pretty words he wraps around the age-old concept.
He doesn’t reply at first, which I take as a victory. I don’t think many people get the last word with Camden Hunt. Then his hand moves to my knee, traveling slowly along my thigh.
My breath hitches, but it just settles on my leg.
I’m shivering all over.
“See, this is where your whole rhetoric collapses, Morgan. You act like I’m after some sordid affair, when we both know you want this. You wantme.”
“I don’t,” I lie.
At least I try not to.
“Mhh’kay.”
He keeps his hand right there.
“Even if I wanted you, what makes you think I’d sign up to be the next Lola?”
Somehow, that makes him chuckle. “You should be so lucky.”
“Right, because I’m supposed to take your word for it that she’s fine.” I roll my eyes. “She disappeared, Camden. She left a handful of letters andvanishedmonths ago. Your friends did that. You’re acting like it’s just fine. I can’t trust you.”
“Lola ismorethan fine.”
I just glare.
“Morgan, she was a well-known prostitute in town, with no future ahead of her and no means to change her path. She had to leave all that behind to become something different—even her name.”
I hate that he makes sense.
I shake my head. “She wouldn’t do that to her little brothers.”
“She’s sending ten grand a month to her brothers, and paying all of her family’s bills.”
“Ten grands?” Holy shit, he’s kidding, right? “How would she get all that money?”
“I can’t say more without risking her position. If you want to sign an NDA, I can expound.”
I look from his hand, still on my thigh, to his eyes, fixed on the road. “Youswearshe’s fine?”
He glances at me. “Would you trust me if I did?”
No. Yes. I don’t know. “Swear anyway.”
“I swear. She’s better than fine.”
I think that for the very first time, I actually do believe him. A huge weight I’ve been shouldering for months lifts.
Still…
“I’m not becoming your whore,” I say resolutely.
He sighs, just as we cross the city line of Thorn Falls, California, 103731 inhabitants—at least, before college starts. The population almost doubles during the school year.
For better or worse, we’re home.
