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“Is everything okay?” I ask her again. “You’re not…”

“I’m fine,” she said, giving me a weak smile.

“So, Liam…”

“Yes?” I ask her.

“Tell me why you want to take me to dinner.”

“Do you really need to ask me that?” I stare at her for a couple of seconds. “I just told you why.”

“Because you want to sleep with me, right?”

She looks me in the eye as if she doesn’t believe me. And I wonder why.

“Is this about Lucinda?” I ask her. “Are you still upset that…”

“I don’t give a fuck about Lucinda,” she says. “Whatever you have with Lucinda is between you and her.” She shrugs.

“Okay, then. Tell me how you really feel.”

I’m not used to a woman talking to me like this. I’m not used to a woman not wanting more, not wanting to dazzle and seduceand be with me, and it takes me aback a bit. Because I like Elisabetta. I like how honest she is. I like how sexual she is. I like that she doesn’t care about voicing her opinion to me; she’s not scared of me. She’s not in awe of me, yet I know I need to break her. I know I need to ensure this is the worst job she’s ever had, even though she’s never had a job before.

I stare at her for a couple of seconds and run my fingers down the side of her face.

“What if I told you I wanted you to suck me off right now?” I lean back and spread my legs wide open. “Would you do it?”

She looks at me in disgust. “Are you fucking crazy? No, I wouldn’t do it.”

“That’s a shame.” I run my fingers over my hardness.

She stares at me and just shakes her head.

I grab her hand, waiting to see if she’s going to pull away, but she doesn’t. I lay it gently on the top of my cock and wait to see what she’ll do.

She idly runs her fingers back and forth. I try not to groan as she seizes the length. I look at her trembling lips.

“Like what you feel?” I say.

I can see the taxi driver staring in the rearview mirror, and I make eye contact with him. He gives me a wicked smile, and I wink. He continues driving, and I look over at her.

“So?”

“So, what? You’ve got an average-sized cock. Whoop-de-do. Good for you.”

“So, Mr. Average would like to meet…”

“No. Enough,” she says.

“Enough about what?” I frown.

“I’m not going to have this back and forth with you, where you’re going on about wanting to get inside my pussy. You’ll get inside my pussy when I say you can. But it’s not about to happen anytime soon. And, if fact, I actually think I’m going to go on acouple of dates and see if I meet a man that I actually want to be in my pussy more than you because you kind of annoy me.”

“I kind of annoy you.” I stare at her. “Really? That’s why you want to work for me?”

“I wanted to work for you because you were a jackass in disguise, and I wanted to save Juniper and Lyla from having to work for you. And you know what? I understand why…”

“Why? Because you had to work so hard for me?” I burst out laughing. “Because I let you skip work to go to my bedroom and masturbate? Because…”