Kayla
I planted my heels firmly on the sidewalk, refusing to budge. "I'm not going in there with you," I said with my volume increasing. "I am not a prostitute, Damien, and you can't buy me with a fancy dinner and a pretty view."
He paused, a look of genuine surprise crossed his features before he almost let out a laugh. "Is that really what you think this is? You think I brought you here to 'collect' on a dinner?"
My cheeks burned a deep scarlet. "It isn't?" I asked, feeling my bravado falter.
"No, Kayla," he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. "I don't do things that way. I told you, this is a partnership. I would never do anything you’re not comfortable with. I don’t take; I negotiate."
A gust of wind swept down the street, and I shivered, the thin silk of my dress offering no
