Chapter 59: Not Like Other Guys

Carissa chewed on her bottom lip, indecision warring across her face.

"I'll owe you. Big time. Anything you want. All you have to do is ask," he said. "I'll even pay you if you want."

She glared at him. "Seriously? You've gone from prostitute to pimp since we met. At least you're moving up the sex worker ladder."

Laughing, he got to his feet. "Are you going to answer me? Or do I need to keep begging? Because I can. I will. And I promise, my pleas will only get more ridiculous."

"I doubt you can top anything more ridiculous than offering to pay me to be your pretend girlfriend."

He raised a brow. "You underestimate me."

She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved him, but he clutched her wrist and yanked her into his arms. He didn't give her a chance to respond before his mouth was on hers. Her soft sigh of pleasure spurred him on. Kissing her was probably a mistake considering their current circumstances, but he had very little control where she was concerned.