Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Whatever you say, Honey.”
I smile, shaking my head. I’m slightly nervous about bringing him to my apartment. If he asks to come in, that means he wants more, right? More often than not, I end up giving head to any guy I spend more than a brief exchange with. And Dawson has been straightforward all night about what he wants.
I harden my resolve.
But if I don’t have my virginity anymore, then it can be done with, and I don’t have to worry about it, and I can break the chains of waiting for marriage. I can use Dawson to help me with that. It’s not like it would be a hardship because I’m definitely attracted to him.
“So, this is me,” I chirp nervously, then focus on unlocking the door, unsure if he’ll stay or go.
“Show me around.”
My heart races as I spin around to face him. I want Dawson, but I don’t want to seem easy. Is it dangerous to get involved with him? There’s still so much I don’t know about this man.
I bite my bottom lip. “Look, you can’t do what you did last time. No stripping and trying to seduce me. If you come in here, do not attempt anything.”
“Noted.” I wait for him to say something else or even object, but he doesn’t.
Does that mean he isn’t interested in me anymore?
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
And I hate how much my mind bounces to so many conclusions.
This is not normal for a twenty-seven-year-old, I’m certain. But I simply don’t understand how this works. This leads me to consider something I’ve wanted to ask for the last week.
I take a deep breath and straighten my back as I close the door behind him. “I want to ask you something,” I tell him. I turn on the light, and he glances around before he looks back at me.
“No sex is what you said.”
I roll my eyes. “Presumptuous much?” I joke as I place my keys on the kitchen counter and pull out some ingredients. I need to do something with my hands.
He wanders around the apartment and picks up small pieces I’ve purchased over the last week. He only picks up the things I’ve added to the furnished apartment. Maybe it’s obvious that they don’t belong here.
“Do you want a drink or something?”
Dawson shakes his head.
Okay. I begin to make a salad for tomorrow’s lunch.
“But I do want to ask you something,” I say, my heart racing.
“What?” He sits down on the opposite side of the island and watches me cut vegetables for the salad.
“You sell virgins?” I blurt, not looking up as I start slicing the onion.
He’s quiet. And I chance a glance in his direction. He doesn’t seem all too pleased that I know, and I hope I haven’t broken his trust with Crue and Rya or something of the sort.
“Yes,” he replies hesitantly.
I release a breath. At least he’s not avoiding the conversation.
“Why?”
“You can look at me when you ask these things,” he says.
I raise my gaze to his, the knife blade hovering over an onion. I want to look away because I feel silly for asking, but there’s no judgment in Dawson’s expression. The tension flows out of me immediately. “Because men pay a lot of money for things that are hard to come by.”
“You don’t offer up underage girls, do you?” I might not know much about this business, but I draw a line at that. And if that is the type of man Dawson is—
“Absolutely not. Not fucking ever. All our women, and men, for that matter, are consenting adults.”
“Okay, good.” I nod and go back to chopping the onion.
“Why are you asking?”
I bite my bottom lip and scrape the onion into the bowl. “How much does a woman get for her part of the service?”
He eyes me quietly, and I look away, waiting for him to answer. I pretend to be busy searching for the oil in my pantry.
“Why are you asking me this? Are you recording our conversation?” he questions, looking around suspiciously.
I whirl on him, almost dropping the oil. “What? No!”
He seems amused by my reaction. “This is why I make people sign NDAs and contracts.” Okay, I guess I get it now because it’s not exactly legal.
Maybe Dawson is the answer I’ve been looking for.
“I’m curious,” I add. “How much?”
“All are above one million. The highest someone paid was ten.”
My eyes go wide.
Holy shit.
That’s life-changing money.
Don’t get me wrong, my father has money. And one day, I will inherit a part of that money, more so than the allowance I already get, but I want to earn my own way. Since being here and seeing how successful Rya is in her career, I know that if anything ever happens, she will be secure and could truly fend for herself, and I can’t say the same for myself.