“You’re upset.” I dump the contents of the bag onto his bed so I can count the money I made. “Upset that my boyfriend’s a whore?” Yeah, I am. He gives me a wolfish grin. “Last I checked, you benefited from my whore ways.” The smile slips off his face and his expression grows serious. “Aspen.” I hold up a finger so I can finish counting the hundred-dollar bills in the pile. However, he doesn’t wait. “I don’t do girlfriends.”
