“I’ll pay you.”
I don’t know why that makes my dick hard. I think it’s the husky way she says it, like she’s some rich socialite offering her pool boy money to put sun tan lotion on her back. Or whatever the cliche is.
I can’t stop the upward twist of my lips. “Yeah? How much?”
I watch the calculation in her eyes and expect a low-ball. “Hundred an hour.”
I bite back the splutter of surprise. Well, I guess it makes sense, she just got the proceeds from the Porsche. She’s reinvesting her income.
“Winslow shows up, he’ll kick your ass.”
Now I see a flicker of a smile on her lips. She knows I’m going to say yes. “I’ll take my chances.”
I shrug. “Brave for such a small thing.”
She snorts. “Only you could call me small, Muscles.”
I smile down at her. She looks up at me. We’re having a moment– which is not what I wanted here. This girl is total trouble, but I’m drawn like a magnet to metal.