She’s an orphan who mistook the address of an apartment she inherited. He’s an influential man for whom women and the joys of life have stopped meaning anything, turning into nothing more than a matter of price. “Just like a little deer,” I mutter, staring at her frightened eyes. “Strip—I'll give you the money right away, so it’ll be easier to relax.” “You don’t understand…” she presses her back to the door. “I’m not what you think.” “Of course,” I grimace. “I asked Saeed for someone younger, but you’re playing it wrong.” I take a step toward her and breathe in the scent of wild strawberry from her hair. It’s unexpected. “Can I go…” she whispers with only her lips. “No,” I say, feeling desire wash over me—I press my lips to hers in a kiss. “I don’t allow it.”