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Charlotte shakes her head. “I saidno.”
The corner of my mouth ticks up into a grin. I like her. Very few people in my life put up this much resistance when I ask things of them—my brothers excluded, of course. It was obvious from the moment I saw her that she’s uncomfortable. A fish out of water. She doesn’t belong in this place. I won’t press her on the issue.
“Why did you do that?” she asks me, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Do what?”
“Why would you pay that much money for me?”
It’s a valid question. I didn’t come here with the expectation of blowing a fifth of what I came here to earn by cornering Young, but I don’t regret it. The moment she sassed Priscilla, I could feel everyone’s interest in her. Charlotte’s got spunk. I like that in a woman.
“Bored,” I reply with an easy shrug.
She sets her jaw. “Bored?” she echoes. “You expect me to entertain you?”
“I don’t expect anything.”
Charlotte’s brows furrow. “Then what are we doing here?”
“Getting to know each other.” I gesture to the empty cushion beside me. “Get comfortable. We have fifty-eight minutes left on the clock.”
She doesn’t make a move. I decide not to pressure her. There’s intrigue in her eyes. I’m confident she’ll come to me eventually.
“Is your name really Charlotte?” I ask. “Or did you make it up like the OnlyFans story?”
Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. “What makes you think I made it up?”
“The fact that you can barely look me in the eye. I would expect someone who proclaimed their job so proudly to a room full of strangers to have a bit more confidence.”
“I don’t owe you my story.”
“No, you don’t.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, drawing my attention to her mouth. She has beautifully plump lips. I have to fight the urge to kiss her, tamping down the growing craving deep within my core. My cock throbs with arousal every time her eyes flit down to it, excitement shooting through my veins. I like her eyes on me, like the dark hunger behind them.
“Sit,” I tell her, my tone as gentle as possible. “I won’t touch you, Charlotte. I promise.”
She takes a deep breath, staring me down like a panther sizing up a jaguar. We’re both on edge, the air around us electric. It takes all my willpower to keep my hands to myself. I’m used to getting what I want, but I refuse to do anything against her wishes.
I almost breathe a sigh of relief when Charlotte finally strides over and takes a seat on the other side of the couch. She curls in on herself, tucking her legs to her chest while resting her chin on her knees, wrapping herself up with her arms to make her body as small and covered as possible. I can’t help but notice how divine she smells—like candied peaches.
“What’syourname?” she asks me. The poor girl struggles to keep her eyes off my cock. The look she’s giving me should really be illegal. I feel my resolve crumbling with every passing second.
“My family calls me Misha,” I reply. It’s not a lie.
“Misha,” she echoes.
“Only my family calls me that, though.”
The tiniest smirk ghosts across her lips. “You’re going to have to make an exception for me, then.”
“How old are you?”
“You’re not supposed to ask a lady that question.”
“Humor me.”
She squints at me. “Twenty-two. You?”
