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I arch a brow.
“I can’t afford to pay the final three thousand on your invoice, so?—”
“Set up a payment plan,” I say. “That’s it.”
“I can’t afford that either.” She lowers her voice. “Since you clearly don’t have any morals, I can pay you with a night you won’t forget…”
I give her a blank stare.
“There are things I can do with my mouth that’ll blow you away.” She bites her lip. “Want to know the details?”
“Not really.”
“I think that’s a yes.”
“The word ‘not’ is literally ‘no’ with an added ‘t.’”
“I would make you sit down in your favorite office chair,” she says, continuing anyway, “unzip your pants and pull out your cock, rubbing it between my hands until it was rock hard for me.”
“Do you have a hearing problem?”
“I’d lick your tip until you moaned, until you looked into my eyes, and then I’d swallow all six inches of you down my throat.”
“It’d benine, but it’s still a no. Thank you.”
“When I felt you throbbing between my lips, I’d let you finish on my face so you could leave it dripping wet with cum.” She presses her hand against my cheek. “You’d probably like that.”
“I like people who understand what the word ‘no’ means.”
“Depending on if you were up to it afterwards...” She bats her fake eyelashes. “I might let you fuck me for free. How does that sound for payment, Mr. Tate?”
“I’ll zero out your invoice.” I push her hand away. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” She looks offended. “You think I’m not good enough to have sex with you.”
“No.” I look at my watch. “I’m too good to have sex with you…”
“Excuse me?”
“Miss Ridgeland, even if I did sleep with clients—and Idon’t—if I fucked you once, you’d get addicted and want it all the time, and then I’d have to chargeyoufor taking up my time that’s better spent on legal cases.”
“You can’t honestly believe that.”
“It’s the truth.” I start walking. “But just so you know, next time you want to proposition someone like me for sex, lead with the pussy offer first. Given the fact that you struggle to breathe, a blowjob from you isn’t that good of a deal.”
“What?” Her face pales and she sucks in a breath. “I’m reporting you to the bar, Mr. Tate. You won’t get away with talking to me like that!”
Watch me…
TENDER (V.):
TO PRESENT TO ANOTHER PERSON AN UNCONDITIONAL OFFER TO ENTER INTO A CONTRACT.
JAMESON
Two hours later, I park my Porsche in front of my firm—a sleek glass building that overlooks the edge of the Hudson River.
It’s part of an office complex I purchased years ago, back when I foolishly believed that the justice system was fair.
