“It’s all about optics. You earn more respect if you’ve got a beautiful woman on your arm.” “Do I earn you respect? Because I’m not the bombshell she is.” Bastien scoffed, a handsome smile on his face. “She’s so thin you can see her hip bones through her dress and the vertebrae up her spine—and her tits are fake. You, on the other hand, are the finest piece of woman I’ve ever seen.” He moved his arm over the back of my chair and gave me that intense gaze that could win him any hand in poker. “I’ll take you to my office and prove it.”
