Free Billionaire's Pursuit (Billionaire Erotic Romance, Never Never Man Series) Book 1 by Sloan Storm

payment for your escort services. Correct?”
    The question slash accusation caused a lump to form in my throat. As best I could, I tried to swallow it down with a subtle, smooth motion before I answered. Tugging a strand of hair behind my ear, I cleared my airway.
    “Yes. I do. I mean, so long as you think it’s fair. What do you think is reasonable?”
    Clearly enjoying the turn of events, Greyson leaned back against a nearby wall. Slipping his hand into his pants pocket he nodded in my direction.
    “Depends,” he said.
    “On what?”
    “On what your escort service involves. You know, the value proposition. Why should I buy from you?”
    “What do you mean?”
    Greyson shook his head.
    “Now here I thought you wanted to learn how to be a successful business woman, Maddie. I’ll tell you right away that you don’t start a negotiation by asking the other party what they think your offering is worth. Know your value, Maddie, then triple it, at a minimum.”
    “Well, but then you’ll know what I think I’m worth.”
    “I already do, Maddie and it’s not nearly enough.”
    “What? I don’t understand?”
    With that, Greyson pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of me.
    “Here’s how we’ll do this, Maddie,” he began. “I respect Katy and she’s put in the good word for you. So, I’m willing to pay the price you want but I’m only making one offer. There’s no further negotiations to be had between us. Once you name the price for all of your services, I expect that if I pay that cost, I’ll be entitled to receive those services whenever, and wherever , I deem appropriate. Do I make myself clear?”
    I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t intimidated. I’d never negotiated a damn thing in my life and now, here I was, face-to-face with one of the toughest of all. I figured if it came down to it, I would just give him the money back. Greyson Sinclair might be a lot of things, but he seemed to value his reputation above almost anything else.
    I couldn’t imagine that if I turned him down and offered him the money back he’d be anything but gracious about it. After all, business deals fall through all the time. Why would this be any different just because it skirted on the knife's edge of the world’s oldest profession? Having sufficiently convinced myself I’d have the final say in any changes to the arrangement, I stepped forward and extended my hand towards him.
    “Okay,” I said. “Here’s my offer. You pay me double the amount of the entire quote I gave you and it has to be in my bank account first thing Monday morning or the deal is off.”
    Greyson stood in utter silence, still. My hand remained extended towards his, not shaken. The seconds piled up in an awkward jumble, crashing into each other like cars on an icy interstate. I watched as his eyes traveled along the length of my body. Beginning at just below my knees, his pupils trailed their way along my thighs, up past my hips and my waist until at last they fell upon my breasts.
    I found myself frozen in the moment, unable to move or do anything except hold my breath while his gaze lingered . My shoulder burned as I held my arm fixed and solid, directly in front of my body. After another second or two, Greyson’s eyes moved the rest of the way until they met mine.
    A smirk came to his lips.
    “Is that your best and final offer?” he asked.
    I felt the vertebrae in the center of my spine straighten in resolve as he spoke.
    “Yes,” I said, with the most businesslike nod I could muster.
    The tiny cracks of the smile that had formed a moment earlier split into a full expression of satisfaction as he shook my hand. Squeezing it, he pulled me close and moved his lips to within an inch of my ear. His scent overpowered me. Fine hairs along the back of my neck stood in eager readiness. I sensed my torso begin to list towards him, desiring nothing more than to at last press into the hard physique that lay just beyond the confines of