Naughty Empires
“I swear I’ll have the money by next Friday. I have a new gig lined up—”
She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly lowered herself onto the wide leather couch, crossing her long legs. The silk robe parted just enough to reveal a smooth thigh. She didn’t speak for a long moment, letting the silence crush me.
When she finally did, her voice was low, smooth, and terrifyingly composed.
“Alex Mercer. Twenty-one years old. Computer science student. Broke, irresponsible, and apparently under the impression that I run a charity.” She tilted her head slightly. “I don’t.”