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He whistles. "That is pretty shitty. How much is that? If you don't mind me asking."
"Are you kidding? We've been elevators buddies for..." I look down at my phone. "At least five minutes now. It's $260,000. On top of the other hospital costs."
"And they can't help you cut some of those down at all?"
"Well, since the lady in the financial department looks at me like I'm not worth more than the dirt under her shoes every time I speak with her, I'm gonna say no."
"I'm sorry."
I shrug. "That's life. Anyway, why are you here?"
"Just handling some business. Was definitely ready to be on my way home, though. But I guess, the elevator had other plans for my night. Are you the one giving her the kidney?"
"I wish, which I guess sounds really weird to say." I chuckle. "But no, we're not a close enough match. The way I see it, I can always sell my kidney to get my sister a kidney."
I expect him to laugh along with my twisted joke, but he licks his lips instead.
"Or there's another option," he says.
I tilt my head. "And what's that? Are you some fairy godfather come to save the day and grant all my wishes?"
He grins, but it is anything but kind. Wicked, mischievous, knowing. "Depends what your wishes are for. I'm not magical, but I do think, should you accept my offer, I could make a few things better for you."
"Your... offer?" I slowly question, arching a brow.
"I'll give you three hundred thousand dollars," he states.
My defenses immediately rise, and I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what game he's playing. "No one gives anything for free."
"I never said it would be free."
"So what would I have to do for this three hundred thousand dollars?" I ask.
"Meet me every Saturday for three months."
"And do what?"
Although from the way his eyes are roaming over me, I'm pretty sure I already know.
"Whatever I want you to."
It feels like everything stills. My thoughts, my heart, shit, even my pulse.Whatever he wants. Whatever he wants. Whatever he wants.It repeats in my mind again and again.
"I'm not some whore," I say, my voice shaky.
"I'm not saying you are, unless you want me to treat you like one."
"Why would I ever want you to treat me like a whore?" I snap.
He juts his chin toward me. "Maybe from the way you've been rubbing your thighs together since the moment you said the word."
I immediately stop doing what I didn't even know I was doing. Fuck my body for betraying me like that. Because he's right. My mind is full of images of him taking me rough, hard, fast, making me scream his name that I only just learned. I shake my head, trying to rid it of those thoughts.
"This is a joke, right? What the hell would cause a stranger to offer me that amount of money for a few Saturdays?"
"When the stranger is interested in what it feels like to be between your thighs."
A whimper, a fucking whimper, damn near escapes me. What the hell? I've never had anyone talk to me like this, let alone someone I've been talking to for... I look down at my phone again. Seven minutes now. I stand, just to give myself something to do.
