She had merely agreed to cover a shift for her friend, never imagining she'd stumble straight into a trap. Before she knew it, she'd lost her innocence and was mistaken for that kind of woman. Just when she thought life couldn't get any worse, she kept running into that devil of a man again and again.
Their first encounter was icy. "What happened last night was consensual," he said dismissively. "Remember, you refused the money yourself. Don't expect me to take responsibility for you."
The second time they met, he did her a favor, and she felt a flicker of gratitude. "I’ve never been one for empty words," he drawled, a lazy, wicked smirk playing on his lips. "If you're truly grateful, why not thank me the way a woman thanks a man? I wouldn’t mind if you repaid me in kind."
