“You were about to say something?” he prompts, the smirk on his face turning into a grin. The guy knows he’s gorgeous. He knows the effect he has on women, and he probably takes full advantage of it.
Skirts might be lining up for this one, but I’m not going to be one of them. I’m not going to turn into a notch on his bedpost or a name in his little black book or however he keeps track of his conquests.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Your services are no longer needed.” My breath catches in my throat as my words sink in.
Oh, my goodness!
Did I just sack him? Did I just sack the first person in my life? This isn’t me. I don’t do stuff like that. I don’t even think about doing stuff like that. I feel so bad I want to tell him it’s all a mistake but I can’t bring myself to say another word. His gaze has me glued to the spot, rendered speechless.
I’ve officially lost my brain.
“Did you just—” He inclines his head as he seems to ponder over my words. And then he throws his head back and laughs. I stare at him, unsure what’s happening. “You think I’m—” He laughs again. I think I see a tear gathering in the corner of his stunning eye.
He’s definitely laughing at me.
What the heck?
“You think you can—” He clears his throat, the laughter dying down. His eyes begin to glitter with challenge. “You couldn’t afford me or my services even if you wanted to, love.”
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