The Billionaire's S*x Diet Obsession
"How dare you? I'm not some whore you can buy! Get away from me!"
The word "pervert" hung in the air like a slap, but instead of anger, it ignited me further. Feisty. Resistant. God, that made the chase even sweeter. I straightened, a slow, predatory smile curling my lips. "Pervert? Maybe. But honest. You need money; I need... release. It's a fair trade in a world that's anything but."
She backed up, grabbing her bag from the chair, her hands trembling. "Fair? This is harassment! I could report you—ruin you!"