Page 61 of Wicked Player
I don’t like where this conversation is going. “And do you give it to them?”
He’s disposed of the condom. “Occasionally, if I’ve enjoyed myself.”
I shake my head. “And have you enjoyed yourself tonight?”
He smiles. “Immensely.”
Sarah’s words play in my head.Grandiose narcissist. Sadist. Misogynist. Enjoys women suffering.First he pleases you. Then he destroys you.”
“I should go,” I say.
He sighs loudly. “Clara… fifty-thousand dollars gives me the night.”
Damn, I’d completely forgotten about the 50k. He’s got me. I back down, defeated.
“Lets get under the sheets,” he suggests, “and get cozy.”
We both throw pillows on the floor, and I lift myself up as he whips the cover down. I slide under the sheets as he settles into the bed. I turn my back to him and stare at the dresser. He wiggles closer, spoons me, and kisses my shoulder. “I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”
Well, it’s the least I can do. He is giving me fifty-thousand dollars after all. I know he’s rich, but I assume it’s still no pocket change. This is a business transaction, nothing more. I am not getting in deeper. Not with a man like him.
I close my eyes, and let my mind wander. These sheets are the silkiest softest sheets I’ve ever slept in. And they smell so good. Suddenly, I’m walking in a garden, a lovely garden full of lavender. I feel heavy, relaxed and completely satiated.
I drift off, a smile on my face.
