With the agreement sealed, I get to my feet and put my clothes back on. “Goodnight.”
I’m almost to the door when I hear footsteps. She’s in her robe again, something clutched in her fist. It isn’t until she shoves it at me that I realize what she’s holding.
She grabs my hand and folds something against my palm. I don’t need to open my hand to know she gave me two crisp hundred-dollar bills. The same amount I threw on her coffee table the first time we slept together.
Her emerald eyes are trained on me with smug satisfaction. “Goodnight, Andrey.”
Then she slams the door in my face.
As it turns out, throwing a fistful of post-s*x cash at a smug asshole and kicking him out the door is one hell of a turn-on.
I mean, I knew it would be for me.
I just didn’t expect it to be a turn-on for
