The Red (The Godwicks, #1)

by Tiffany Reisz

“You’re a very beautiful young lady,” Malcolm said. “I like very beautiful young ladies.”

“Indeed. I wouldn’t pay you to leave, however. I’ll do the leaving after. What I’m paying for, in fact, is permission. Carte blanche, shall we say.” “Carte blanche? Meaning?” “I want your permission to do whatever I want to do with your body.”

“You are seriously willing to pay me that much money just to fuck me?” He smiled at her. His dark eyes glinted like struck flint. “You smile like the devil,” Mona said. “The devil doesn’t smile,” he said. “The devil smirks.”

“Millions of paintings in this world. Only one Mona Lisa. Billions of women in this world. Only one you, Mona Lisa St. James.”

“May I touch you?” “You may. Always, unless told otherwise.”

Malcolm lay on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow. “See?” he said. “You make a marvelous whore.”