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“You know what I'm doing here. The question is, what are you doing here? I knew you looked familiar.”
Saying the night has taken a very unexpected turn would be an understatement. Regardless, I muster back a smile and pull a seat out for myself, aware of his eyes following my every move. “You should sit back down,” I say when I'm seated.
He huffs but does as I say. “Are you going to tell me why you're on a website selling your virginity? I could have sworn I pay you well enough.”
He does pay me well enough. And the way he framed the question makes me feel so filthy, which is probably why my next words leave me so quickly. “I'm just looking to have some fun, just like you are; what's the crime in that?”
It's a lie. But he doesn't know that. And from the grim look on his face, he believes it.
Why does he look so disappointed, though?
“Fine. You want to have fun? We'll have loads of it. Then we'll spend the rest of the night getting to know each other.” His hands find mine across the table, and he caresses the skin around my wrists so slowly it feels like a brush, yet the stroke sends pulses through my veins.
I snatch my hand from his hold, and a wicked smile finds its way to his face. He's going to make me wish I'd never done this, isn't he?
“Waiter!” he calls.
A guy immediately comes to our table, eager to take our order.
“We'll have your most expensive wine. The lady needs something worthy of her beauty.”
“Right away, sir.” The waiter leaves, and Rafael turns his charming smile back on me.
“Right, where were we?” he asks, looking at me like I'm food and he's starving.
I gulp. Put on a brave face and then respond. “You were talking about getting to know each other.”
Chapter Four
Rafael
Although she's right in front of me, I can't believe Ivy is the girl from the website. She looks so different in that picture. And it doesn't help that she implied she was selling her virginity for fun. That gutted me.
What if I hadn't been the man to bid on her?
What if it was someone else?
Would she still go through with it?
Questions and what-ifs like this drive me wild with jealousy, and I'm pushed to impress her more than any man ever has. While I had no plan of pursuing her before, now that fate has brought her to me, there's no way I'm letting her go. Virgin or not, she's not going back to that website. I'm popping her cherry, and I'm keeping her to myself.
We dine and enjoy our wine, talking about things we usually wouldn't back at the mansion where Sadie could hear us. She's brazen. Sure about herself. This is something I've noticed but never fully had the chance to explore until now.
“So you let the guy go without putting up any fight?” I ask. She's telling me about her first boyfriend, who got attracted to a cousin of hers and asked for her permission to date the girl.
“Well, he was going to go regardless. Telling me was just a courtesy. I'd like to believe it was out of respect, too, so I saw no point in holding onto him.”
She's right. Any man who could have her and then let her go never deserved her in the first place. But he never got to have her, though, did he? Ivy's still a virgin, her cherry waiting to be plucked by me.
“Tell me something about you, too,” she says, shifting the attention back to me.
I smile. Never one to turn down an opportunity to talk about myself. “Well, you know more about me than anyone would because you work for me. What you may not, though, is, although I’m smart and can be serious when it's time to get the job done, I like to have fun too.”
“I know that,” she says.
“You do? How?”
She shrugs. “You've been passing comments at me since I started working for you. Although they aren't crude, they are suggestive. But you never made any moves on me. So it has to take someone who's really laid-back to make jokes without having ulterior motives.”
