I hesitate for only a moment before doing as he asks. It's time to get this over with. I turn so I can sit on his lap, but he stops me. "This way," he whispers as he positions me so I'm straddling him and we're face to face. He tucks my knees on either side of his legs on the wide chair. The shirt he gave me is wide open and every part of the front of me is open to his gaze. He's not looking at the shirt, though. His eyes stare into mine. "I enjoy the company of a woman. It's easier to pay for that service and not have expectations beyond the moment. You're beautiful and obviously smart. I would like to know what brought you here, but I won't ask. That's your business." His hand goes to my hair and he lifts a section back over my shoulder so it whispers across my breast. "I want you to rel
