Reviving Izabel (In the Company of Killers, #2)

by J.A. Redmerski

nodded nervously. “Now what did I tell you is key?” She shook my shoulders from behind. “Answer me!” “Eye contact,” I said. “And what’s the right way?” “The skirting of the eye,” I answered more quickly. “Shy and not desperate.” “Sí. You want the men to feel as though you’re fresh meat, that you haven’t already been passed around to a hundred men. You want to appear coy and inexperienced, not as though you’re a seasoned whore looking for a good time. Only old women do that. And how long do you give him your attention?” “Two seconds,” I said. Izel turned me around to face her, my shoulders gripped tightly beneath her hands, her long red fingernails pinching my skin. “Sí, Sarai. Two seconds and look away. The longer you look, the more desperate you appear. Make him come to you.”