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She stared at hiazes locked across the bed, he didn’t think he could walk out the door It felt like sacrilege, leaving her behind looking ht only? Hell, it wasn’t evenbefore reverting back to their old ways?

"Hayden…" He trailed off Asking forstep She could very well say no Was it worth the risk? God, yes "Listen, I, uh--"

"Oh!" She visibly shook herself, her face transfor with…embarrassment? A robe went on over her shoulders as she crossed the room Brent watched in confusion as she picked up her purse and removed a wallet "We never discussed…what you wanted to be paid for tonight Just tell me how much you wanted…whatever you think is fair" Finished with her ramble, she looked up at hi When it finally hit hier washed over hi for another few hours in her bed, when she’d merely considered him a business transaction He averted his eyes "You certainly didn’t waste any tito her side "I thought…"

"You thought what? I’h three hours of canapés and smooth jazz to make a buck? Keep your money I’ll sleep in Grand Central Station before I ever take a diround "No, I did it to teach you a lesson Plain and simple" He jerked his chin toward the bed "I had no idea you’d be such an eager student"

"Oh, fk off, Florence" She yelled as he reached the living room "Don’t let the door hit you on your well-spanked ass on the way out"

"Your concern is touching, sweetheart Miss you already"

He wrenched open the front door and walked into the night

…

Hayden pushed open herand let the cool air off the Hudson blow across her overheated skin Pressing her pal of hue it If she le day for the rest of her life without seeing a replay in her mind of what had just taken place, she’d consider herself lucky In some kind of weird Pretty Woman role reversal, she’d offered awith him Brilliant

For a split second, before he’d transforht a flash of hurt move across his features God, that bothered her She couldn’t stop thinking about it

She’d just been at such a loss over how to proceed Standing at the end of her bed, he’d looked at her as though he wanted so more, but didn’t kno to ask for it Maybe she’d wanted that thing to be her, but his flippant, sex-is-no-big-deal attitude told her she rong He’d practically juet away from her, so ould she assume he wanted to stay? Why had she wanted hie e Bringing hih to scratch the itch and move on That had been her mistake Now she’d bat he’d assuheaded jerk had rocketed her into another stratosphere in bed Going into this ill-advised endeavor, she hadn’t knohat to expect Would sex with Brent be aard since they hated each other? Would he simply lie on top of her and work out his own lust like the men of her experience? None of the above He’d let her take the lead Mostly It hadn’t been easy for hi her set the pace, but he’d known exactly how to encourage, to force a response fro or obvious