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“What’s your proposition?” Why am I even indulging her in this?
A small smile plays against her lips like she’s won. I guess she thinks she has me all figured out. She’s in for a rude awakening.
“I could come work for you.”
I stare at her. “Work for me?”
“Uh, huh.”
“What exactly do you think you could do for me?” I say, but I don’t mean it as a challenge.
Still, she flicks her hair over one shoulder as she leans in closer, dropping her voice. “I can type.”
I laugh. Type?
“Right.”
She frowns. “What were you expecting me to say? That I’d be your sex slave?”
“Remember when I told you not to push my buttons?”
“Remember when I told you that I don’t play by other people’s rules?”
She’s never, ever uttered those words to me, but I play along. “Your point?”
“Well, you made it clear that you didn’t like my new occupation.”
I lean forward in my chair, thus her foot presses harder against my cock. “No. I made it clear no man was going to pay you to fuck.”
She bites her lip as she finally takes her knife and fork and begins to eat. Her fucking foot is still in my lap as she breaks off a small piece of seabass and puts it to her mouth.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“Charlize?”
Her eyes wander to my face. “Yeah?”
“You’re not going to let another man fuck you for money, are you?”
She’s playing a dangerous game when she shrugs. “I need money for a new place, so I guess I’ll have to see about that.”
My anger boils, my fists clenching on the table as I slam one down. The cutlery jostles and she jumps ever so slightly.
I know she’s not afraid of me, but she’d do well to pay attention. I won’t tolerate this for a single second.
“You. Are. Not. Going. To. Fuck. For. Money. Charlize.”
She narrows her brow. “Funny. I don’t remember asking you for permission.”
We have a stare off and I don’t know how I have the restraint. “I should put you over my knee for that.” It’s only a mutter, but she hears it.
Her lips twitch. “Let’s play a new game.”
I know I asked for this, but now that she’s taking control of this situation, I don’t like the unease that creeps through me.
“I don’t play games.”
She takes another bite, her eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, you’ll want to play this game, Daddy.”
