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into his arms
and chest. He didn't want her to move. She felt good snuggled into him. Comfortable.
Abbey stirred. She lifted her head up and blinked down
and smiled the electric smile that had him hooked. He grinned back. He couldn't
help it. She had that affect on him.
"Hello, Sleepy Head," he said, catching the
bulk of her hair in one hand and holding it off her face so he could see her
beautiful eyes.
"What time is it?"
"About two."
"I should be going."
She tried to get up but he held her.
"Stay awhile longer," he murmured.
She looked at him through drowsy eyes, then settled
back onto his chest with a sigh.
"We could go into the bedroom," he said. "You
could stay the rest of the night."
Abbey sat up, shaking her head. "I can't. I
should go. My friend is waiting."
Nick
frowned. What friend? He felt a small stab in the base of his stomach. Not
Tarken, the idiot from dinner?
"Lucy," she said, as if reading his
thoughts. She glanced over at the window. "She'll be waiting for me."
"Oh." He extricated himself from her and
stood. Fool. Don't forget who she is. What she is. She'd replaced one
pimp with another, a woman this time.
And he
was an idiot to have forgotten what the arrangement was. He'd been carried away
in the heat of the moment, the passion, thinking this was more than it actually
was. But it was sex. Just sex.
He looked down at Abbey. She was already dressed in
her bra and skirt and she was holding her torn thong, a piece in each hand.
She glanced up at him, her eyes glistening, a smile
twitching her lips. "Guess I need to buy another one."
Nick's first instinct was to smile back at her, but he
shoved any thoughts of humor from his mind. She was hinting that she needed
more money than just two nights worth. Or was it three, since they'd actually
done it three times now?
He bent, picked up his pants and pulled the wallet out
of the back pocket. He opened it and glanced down at Abbey as she sat on the
couch. Her blue eyes stared back at him expectantly. He turned away. He
couldn't look at her, not when she pulled that innocent face on him. It was all
he could do to stop himself from kissing her again.
"How much?"
She didn't say anything, so he was forced to look at
her. Her eyes narrowed and her brow puckered. "What are you talking
about?" she asked.
Nick took out a hundred dollar note. "One
hundred? Two hundred? I have no idea what these things cost."
His voice sounded angry, even to him, but that was too
bad. It was how he felt. Cheated somehow, but he wasn't sure why.
Abbey's jaw dropped and her eyes suddenly widened to
the size of satellite dishes. She stood, fully clothed now, and glared back at
him. He suddenly felt very ill, sickened by what he'd done. This was not like
him. He'd never done anything so drastic and so foolish in his life. He did not like it.
"Three hundred?" he asked gruffly.
He was peering into his wallet so he didn't see the hand
coming. Her slap stung his cheek.
His head snapped up and he resisted the urge to grab her
hand to stop her doing it again. It wasn't dignified. Whatever was wrong, he
could sort it out with some clear level-headed thinking.
"What the hell was that for?" he shouted. Fuck
level-headedness. Nick Delaware had never been slapped in his life, and
certainly not by a hooker!
"For treating me like something on a supermarket
shelf." She turned away and rounded the couch. She was heading toward the
door.
"Abbey!" She didn't stop. Nick ran after her
and grabbed her arm. "Abbey, where are you going?"
"None of your damn business. Besides, what do you
care? I'm just a cheap hooker you bought for a couple of nights, aren't
I?"
Nick blinked down at her. He shrugged. "Well, I
don't think three hundred dollars is cheap, but I admit I don't really know — "
This time he saw the slap coming and he caught her
hand. She tried to pull free but he held her firmly. Their eyes locked in
unspoken battle. After glaring at each other for several heartbeats, he let
and chest. He didn't want her to move. She felt good snuggled into him. Comfortable.
Abbey stirred. She lifted her head up and blinked down
and smiled the electric smile that had him hooked. He grinned back. He couldn't
help it. She had that affect on him.
"Hello, Sleepy Head," he said, catching the
bulk of her hair in one hand and holding it off her face so he could see her
beautiful eyes.
"What time is it?"
"About two."
"I should be going."
She tried to get up but he held her.
"Stay awhile longer," he murmured.
She looked at him through drowsy eyes, then settled
back onto his chest with a sigh.
"We could go into the bedroom," he said. "You
could stay the rest of the night."
Abbey sat up, shaking her head. "I can't. I
should go. My friend is waiting."
Nick
frowned. What friend? He felt a small stab in the base of his stomach. Not
Tarken, the idiot from dinner?
"Lucy," she said, as if reading his
thoughts. She glanced over at the window. "She'll be waiting for me."
"Oh." He extricated himself from her and
stood. Fool. Don't forget who she is. What she is. She'd replaced one
pimp with another, a woman this time.
And he
was an idiot to have forgotten what the arrangement was. He'd been carried away
in the heat of the moment, the passion, thinking this was more than it actually
was. But it was sex. Just sex.
He looked down at Abbey. She was already dressed in
her bra and skirt and she was holding her torn thong, a piece in each hand.
She glanced up at him, her eyes glistening, a smile
twitching her lips. "Guess I need to buy another one."
Nick's first instinct was to smile back at her, but he
shoved any thoughts of humor from his mind. She was hinting that she needed
more money than just two nights worth. Or was it three, since they'd actually
done it three times now?
He bent, picked up his pants and pulled the wallet out
of the back pocket. He opened it and glanced down at Abbey as she sat on the
couch. Her blue eyes stared back at him expectantly. He turned away. He
couldn't look at her, not when she pulled that innocent face on him. It was all
he could do to stop himself from kissing her again.
"How much?"
She didn't say anything, so he was forced to look at
her. Her eyes narrowed and her brow puckered. "What are you talking
about?" she asked.
Nick took out a hundred dollar note. "One
hundred? Two hundred? I have no idea what these things cost."
His voice sounded angry, even to him, but that was too
bad. It was how he felt. Cheated somehow, but he wasn't sure why.
Abbey's jaw dropped and her eyes suddenly widened to
the size of satellite dishes. She stood, fully clothed now, and glared back at
him. He suddenly felt very ill, sickened by what he'd done. This was not like
him. He'd never done anything so drastic and so foolish in his life. He did not like it.
"Three hundred?" he asked gruffly.
He was peering into his wallet so he didn't see the hand
coming. Her slap stung his cheek.
His head snapped up and he resisted the urge to grab her
hand to stop her doing it again. It wasn't dignified. Whatever was wrong, he
could sort it out with some clear level-headed thinking.
"What the hell was that for?" he shouted. Fuck
level-headedness. Nick Delaware had never been slapped in his life, and
certainly not by a hooker!
"For treating me like something on a supermarket
shelf." She turned away and rounded the couch. She was heading toward the
door.
"Abbey!" She didn't stop. Nick ran after her
and grabbed her arm. "Abbey, where are you going?"
"None of your damn business. Besides, what do you
care? I'm just a cheap hooker you bought for a couple of nights, aren't
I?"
Nick blinked down at her. He shrugged. "Well, I
don't think three hundred dollars is cheap, but I admit I don't really know — "
This time he saw the slap coming and he caught her
hand. She tried to pull free but he held her firmly. Their eyes locked in
unspoken battle. After glaring at each other for several heartbeats, he let
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