She is an orphan who mixed up the address of the apartment she inherited. He is an influential man for whom women and the joys of life have stopped mattering, becoming merely a matter of price.
“Sure, exactly like a little ‘deer’,” I snicker, looking into her frightened eyes. “Undress—I'll give you the money right away, so it’ll be easier to relax.”
“You didn’t understand…” She presses her back against the door.
“I didn’t ask you,” I frown.
“Of course,” I wrinkle my nose. “I asked Saeed for someone younger, but you’re overacting.” I step toward the girl and breathe in the light scent of strawberries from her hair. It’s unexpected.
“Can I go…” she whispers with only her lips.
“No,” I say, feeling arousal take over, and I bite her lips with a kiss. “I don’t allow it.”