Now it's my face that heats, which is stupid. I'm not a kid. I also don't think "impression" is the word I'd use to describe how much my d**k likes Celina. "I'd appreciate it if you would send her to some of your top clients. The big tippers. After I know more, I'll decide if I'll personally help her meet her goal."
Why the hell does planning for others to f**k her cause my fists to clench? I purposefully relax my hands and hope Madison didn't notice.
She's smirking at me. She was a cop, she noticed, and Moon has almost the same expression on his face. Damn, I need to practice my stone-cold-killer expression more with them. I hold up a hand. "She's hot and good at what she does."
Madison laughs a little too loudly. "You were her first job and you know it. That girl was as innocent as th
