CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

"Just now, did you seriously just tell me to have sex with you?" he asks, not entirely surprised because he was sort of getting used to her randomly dropping words like that. He was just amused.

"I mean it's like you don't want to sleep with me." She brings her legs onto the chair and tucks them underneath her as she speaks.

"I don't get it, other people who paid for me, usually don't waste any time in forcing their parts into me, but with you, it's all just different. First you paid for me," she suddenly starts listing and tying her hair up.

He'd noticed this was a habit of hers, whenever she was seriously talking about something, her hands would reach up to her head and tie up her hair. Without any band, she'd just wrap and wrap the tip of the hair till it was in a perfectly loose bun on her head. Just like it is now.