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“You’re not my girlfriend,” Ari abruptly stated. Valentine started to laugh, but he held up his hand. “I was forced into a relationship with my ex that I didn’t want and will most likely regret for a long time. You’re going to be different. I’m paying for a service. You’re my … stress reliever. I could probably write you off on my taxes. You’re doing a job, and nothing more. I don’t want anything more, and you won’t get anything more.”

“And thank god for that,” Val snorted. Ari Sharapov wasn’t a particularly romantic man, it seemed. She was beginning to think maybe his ex should be glad he’d ended things.

“I’m serious. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re not my friend. You’re not anything to me except a good time. You won’t be a part of my day to day life – you’re for the night time, only.”

Saint Valentine, at your service – only makes appearances after dark!

Valentine closed her eyes for a second. He talked about her like she was a toy. Something he could pull out at night when he wanted to play with it, and put it back on a shelf during the day.

Yes, but a very, very expensive toy. Take the six-thousand and keep your mouth shut for two weeks. You don’t want anything more from him, either, so it’s for the best.

“That works for me, too,” she finally replied. “You’re a client. I’m providing a service. I’m basically like a yoga instructor.”

“Hmmm, I’m thinking more along the lines of a Kama Sutra instructor.”

“Har dee har har.”

“So if I call you next Tuesday and tell you I feel like … playing Parcheesi around six o’clock, you’ll meet me here?” Ari double checked. Valentine nodded.

“Yes. As long as I don’t have class and there’s no emergency,” she amended. “My grandma’s doing well now, but she’s old and she’s sick. Things happen. I’m not ditching her in some hospital because you want a booty call.”

“Understood. So then, do we have a deal, Ms. O’Dell?” Ari asked.

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It was crazy. Why on earth did he want to go through with this? And with her? They didn’t know each other. If Valentine didn’t put out, he could drop her in a week and demand his money back. Her boss would lose his shit and possibly fire her.

Ari was also an arrogant asshole, who didn’t seem to care much about other peoples feelings. Val was over-emotional most of the time, and tended to care too much about peoples feelings. It was an awful match.

But we’re not trying to match, and he’s not trying to spend time with Val – he wants ‘Saint Valentine’, patron saint of the best night club in the world, and nobody is better at hiding their emotions than her.

She shook her head to clear it, then stuck out her hand.

“Deal, Mr. Sharapov.”

He laughed, then grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips.

“How do you feel about sealing the deal with a little ‘Parcheesi’?” he asked, running his lips along her wrist. Valentine shivered, then cleared her throat as something occurred to her.

“I’m not a prostitue.”

He looked up from her hand.

“I never said you were.”

“I just want to be very, very clear on that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re only paying for my companionship. I could fuck you every day we’re together, or never again, and it wouldn’t matter, because you’re only paying for my company. You’re not paying me to sleep with you, I’m not some whore. If we have sex, it’s just because we might be attracted to each other. I’m not a prostitute.”

Ari stared at her for a long moment, and she hoped he understood. Hoped he could see just how much it meant to her that he believed it; or at least, that he allowed her to believe it.

“I can see this is important to you,” he finally replied. “And I promise you, I don’t think of you as ‘some whore’.”

And instantly, it was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Off her conscience.

“Okay,” Val let out a shaky breath. “Okay, good. Okay. Thank you.”

“And there’s also no ‘might’ about it – I’m attracted to you. You’re attracted to me. We’re attracted to each other. So can we either start fucking, or can we play Parcheesi? Because I’m getting very bored with talking to you.”

I’m attracted to you. You’re attracted to me. We’re attracted to each other. So can we either start fucking, or can we play Parcheesi? Because I’m getting very bored with talking to you.”

Valentine burst out laughing, and he quickly silenced the sound with a kiss. She smiled against his lips, then shrieked when he abruptly yanked her forward across his lap. She found herself on her back with him leaning over her.

“Wait wait wait,” she laughed when his lips moved over her chin. “I think I want to renegotiate.”

“Shhhh, Valentine. Quiet time now.”

“I object to your tone, counselor.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Just trying to give you your money’s worth, sir.”