A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Can you see without the glasses?” I bat my lashes. “Fuck you, Connor.” “I don’t believe you want that from me.” He gazes down, untouchably aloof. “But I’d be happy to amend our contract and add that to our arrangement. Sort of like a bonus?” I smile up at him. “Please fuck yourself.” “Why, when everyone else is so much better at it?” he quips darkly.
