he'll have changed his mind?
"This is a crazy proposal. At least, for me it is. I don't live in your world."
"Maybe you should step into it."
I ignore his statement, which makes it sound like it's so easy to just go from my state of drowning poverty to his lavish lifestyle. "When you say you're going to do these things, do you ever go back on your negotiation?"
His lips graze my ear. "I am a man of many things. Rich. Selfish at times. Unable to not go after what I want." He pauses then says, "Some people might call me a bit obsessive. Right now, I want to have you at my beck and call, doing the things I demand. What you should know about obsessive men is, they don't stop wanting when they close their eyes at night."
I need to hold on to something, so I reach for the window in front of me.
He steps forward and presses me closer to the glass then growls, "How much?"
I need twenty-five thousand each week of treatment.
"I'm also impatient, Jasmine. Give me your daily rate."
"How many nights a week will I see you?"
"Once. Three times. Every day if I wish. It depends on my schedule. But I reserve the right at any time to see you. So if I want more, I get more. And it isn't only nights. If I want you at five in the morning, you will come to me."
I have to make sure I have someone to watch Abby.
I always figure it out. This will be no different.
If I got five thousand a day, I could have the money in a few weeks for the first treatment, a week and a month at the longest if he only saw me once a week.
I need five grand for the deposit now.
I tilt my head up. "Five thousand a day. Cash."
"Done."
"Until I see the contract and your benefits, I won't commit to anything. And I want five thousand for tonight's negotiations.”
He steps back, walks to the wall, and moves a picture. A safe is behind it, and he punches in a code. It's full of cash. I've never seen so much in one place before.
An impressed expression fills his face. "Well done. You are smarter than you think." He grabs a stack, counts out ten bills, then picks up another stack and adds it to the loose cash. He shuts the safe and adjusts the picture over it.
My insides shake.
The blue in his eyes reflects his satisfaction. He steps forward and puts the cash in my hand. "Six thousand. One for staying and five for negotiations."
I try to breathe. I have her deposit. Do not cry in front of him.
I clear my throat and stand straighter. "Thank you. I need to leave now. I didn't come prepared to stay long. Oh, I also require you to pay the extra ten percent to Star so it doesn't come out of my five thousand."
More approval crosses his face. "Done." His eyes roam on my lips. "Give me your cell number and email. My assistant will send the insurance policy information tonight. You will have a contract in your mailbox in the morning. Tomorrow, I will have my HR department contact you to add you to my benefits. And I need you to go shopping. I will courier a card for you to use at your discretion."
"Shopping?"
He licks his lips. "Yes. Pick your first outfit. Surprise me."
5
Colton
The moment Jasmine leaves my suite, I pick up my phone and text my assistant, Janelle, Jasmine's email. I instruct Janelle to immediately send the insurance policy details. I'm not sure what Jasmine needs to have covered, but I'm going to find out.
Her red pouty lips and heart-shaped face drove my dick to a state of chaos the minute I laid eyes on her. And her legs. Fuck. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, tempting me to drop to my knees and put my face in her pussy. And now she's left my suite, and her floral scent lingers.
I groan. This is so very bad. Everything about bringing her into my suite and negotiating with her spells trouble. I can already feel the obsession taking hold over me. It's something I reserve for my business deals, not women.
This is wrong.
Better her with me than those douchebags out there.
Her hazel eyes are etched in my mind. She's trying to be brave about something, I could see it. Pain and fear were swirling in them. But there was also