be no businesswoman at all if she didn’t take me for the fortune I had offered her, and that meant I intended to get my money’s worth.
Again and again.
But something else had happened as she stood there with her angel’s wings in a feathery cloud around her and that stark, wicked invitation on her face.
It had suddenly become wildly important to me that she want me, if not as much as I wanted her, then at least enough.
Enough to shiver. Enough to ache.
Just as I did.
“Show me,” I commanded her. “Touch yourself, little dancer, and show me exactly how much you want me.”
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