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She air quotes, implying I’m the friend who will fuck her for three hundred thousand dollars.
Would I?
I go breathless at the idea of sinking my dick into this gorgeous woman and then facing her prick ex with the taste of her cunt on my lips.
The fact that she suggests it’s her body she needs to sell without utter disgust and shows no hint of throwing something at me, impresses me.
“You’re a lovely, charming woman, Miss Armstrong, but—”
“Call me Bernadette. Or Bernie.”
“Bernie... I know plenty of rich and powerful men, but I don’t know anyone who would pay three hundred thousand dollars foronenight with any woman.”
“Why? Because I’m curvy?” she says softly, deflated.
“On the contrary, you look amazingly healthy and full of life.”
Her laugh takes my breath away. “Mr. Montgomery, you’re so tall. I’m sure all you see is the top of my head.”
“I see perfectly. All of you,” I growl across the table, but stop myself from saying more, fearing I’ll scare her away.
If she’s paying for Michael’s defense, I can’t have a relationship with her.
“So, what do you propose I do?” She fidgets with her napkin.
“You were on the right track. I belong to agentlemen’s playground called Club Dare.”
“You’re suggesting I whore myself todozensof men?” She finally sounds skeptical and even a little scared.
“Not dozens. Are you familiar with auctions?”
“You mean where men pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for women to be their pets?”
“Are you referring to dogs? Have you seen how poodles in Manhattan are treated?” I smile. “You’d be worshipped by one of the richest, best-looking men in this city.”
An idea hits me, and it sends electricity through me.
Our eyes lock, and I sense she thinks I’m talking about me.
Close...
“Why would a man so rich need to pay for a woman?” Bernie asks.
“Most don’t want serious relationships,” I answer this carefully. “And for the kind of sex they want, it could take months to find the right woman. Make her comfortable with...”
“With?”
“Raw, unbridled fucking,” I let loose a hint of whoIreally am. “And...”
“Go on.” She looks intrigued.
I got her.
“Rich men can call the most expensive escort service in the city, even the world, and order up the exact woman he wants from a menu.”
“Then why don’t they?”
I grin. “There’s no fun in that.”
