Marissa
I grab Gio’s phone to make sure I’m reading the text correctly. A smile forms on my lips as I re-read. “You gave me a raise, too?” I know I’m letting him hear my excitement. It’s stupid. Three dollars an hour is nothing to Gio Tacone, and I didn’t want to give him any more leverage on me. But what the hell—he’s already decided he owns me. Might as well let him pay for it, right?
It occurs to me I should ask for more.
Especially considering how affectionate he’s being with me.
But maybe he’s like this with every woman he brings home.
A shard of jealousy pierces through me with unexpected viciousness.
“What?”
Damn, he’s observant.
I pull the sheet up to cover my breasts. I need to get myself out of here. I am so out of my depth with this man and this only ends one way—with me
