Virgin for Sale

Chapter 16

He’s not had it cut, and it makes me want to run my fingers through the thick locks. This is bad news. Fantasizing about the boss is a huge no-no.

Sitting back, I wait to see what he wants. His office is huge. His desk is in front of a large window that spills light into the room. Some of the blinds are partially down, but for the most part, the view of the city is stunning.

On the left-hand side of his office is a sofa with a large coffee table. It looks comfortable, cozy. He clearly spends a lot of time here.

On the right-hand side, the wall is covered with books. I can’t make out any of the titles, but that’s okay.

Clasping my hands together, I return my attention to him.

He’s been watching me.

“You have a nice office,” I say. What else am I supposed to say? This is so confusing. I wish Malcolm had warned me about this. He’d assured all of us that we wouldn’t have to meet the men who paid for us.

One night.

No consequences.

Clearly, he hadn’t thought about what would happen when one of us went for a job, and why should he? My service to him, and his to me, was over.

Tucking some hair behind my ears, I wait for instructions.

“I don’t like that you cut your hair.”

I cut it so I wouldn’t be reminded of all the times he’d gripped my hair as he rode my body. Instead of saying that, I wait patiently for whatever else he’s going to say.

the process

“Yes.”

to

know

need to work, and not everyone needs

plans to start a

“None.”

boyfriend waiting for you

know this? It seems

look down at my clenched hands. This is

“No?”

“No.”

dating?”

“Why is this relevant?”

“It’s not.”

“Then why ask it?”

I want to know, seeing as you walked

at him, what do I say? “Our time

“Really?”

“Yes. You were asleep.”

face me in the

the morning we could go our separate ways. That’s what I did. Why do you keep

stares at me

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