Jack watched Eloise, sensing the internal conflict swirling behind her composed exterior. She was struggling, torn between something, perhaps pride or hesitation, and the reality of her situation. A small, amused smile tugged at his lips. You really are a greedy woman, he thought. There was no judgment in the thought, only the recognition of her desires.
He sighed inwardly, feeling a strange mix of amusement and something deeper. But that greed will serve me well. I have more than enough to satisfy them.
Jack had seen many women, like Eloise, gritty, calculating, and focused only on the reward. He knew their patterns, their routines. Most of the women in clubs were motivated by the same thing: money, and lots of it, without giving much in return. But Eloise... she was different. Or at le
