Please Me, Daddy
The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit.
He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.”
I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again.
A book?
“Wait. This book is—?”
“Five hundred million dollars.”
My brain stopped working.
“Five…..what?!”
Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.