Desiree

Chapter five

Desiree

I whirled around to face him. “That’s impossible. You’re bluffing.”

“We both know I’m not. I wouldn’t even know that date if I were bluffing.”

I gritted my teeth, “what do you want?”

He didn’t smile. He didn’t stare down at me with triumph. As if he had known from the beginning that this was how this conversation was going to go. I had fallen right into the shaded lines of his plan.

“As I said before. I have a proposition for you.” He said, “I want you in my bed.”

“Why?”

He looked surprised for a moment, “it doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.” I snapped.

“You don’t hold any cards here. You’re quite literally at my mercy Desiree.”

I shivered at the sound of my name rolling off his lips. Even though I wanted to strangle him with his own tie, I still wanted to climb him like a ladder and hump him.

What the hell was wrong with me.

“I’ll pay you of course. Five thousand dollars per night.”

I gaped at the sum. Oh my freaking God. Did he seriously intend to jus