Page 4 of It Kills Me


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“I’m not a whore.”

“You’re telling me you enjoy fucking a man twice your age?” He cocked his head slightly. “When a younger, cockier, and more handsome man could make you come? I’d even pay you—if you want.”

The ick of what he said made me cringe. “First of all…fuck you. And secondly, I’m his daughter.”

The grin he wore immediately disappeared from his face.

“And still not a whore.”

His fingers brushed over his jawline as the smirk slowly returned. “My mistake…”

I reached for my wine again and took a sip, letting the silence wash away the tension.

He spoke again. “My offer is still on the table.”

“My father could walk back in the room any second?—”

“You think I care?” he said. “I’m sure he’s aware how much men want to fuck you.”

“All I have to do is tell my father everything that’s been said, and your little deal will be off.”

He shrugged. “Then tell him.”

“If I do, he’ll probably kill you.”

He grinned. “He’s welcome to try.”

“Wow, you’re arrogant. And reckless.”

“I try.” He winked before he grabbed the scotch and took a drink. “Have dinner with me.”

“I don’t mix business with pleasure.” It was a lesson my father had taught me. Separation of church and state. Sleeping with someone you worked with was always a bad idea. It would bite you in the ass at some point.

“I’m doing business with your father, not you.”

“And who do you think you’ll be doing business with once he’s gone?”

He regarded me with a hard stare, a glimmer of a smile on his lips. “You’re his successor. That’s sexy.”

I covered the flush in my cheeks with another drink.

“Come on, baby. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I don’t need money.”

“I’ll make it worth your while in other ways…” His blue eyes were so confident, so cocky, and so beautiful.

“I have a boyfriend.”

His hard stare didn’t flinch. “You want another one?”

“I don’t cheat.”

“Then do you want a better one?”

“You aren’t boyfriend material.”

“How do you know?”

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