Chapter Thirteen; Name your Price!

He moved closer to her, his gaze on her as she looked up at him too. He reached for her hair, feeling its soft silky smooth texture. He then let it go before moving past her.

"What would it take to have you pleasure me?" Well, anything apart from an unmerited job in Venus. He thought.

Joleen turned, his back now against her frontal view, but not close to her. If she heard right, then yes, she had every right to be this perplexed.

Joleen knew this man was unpredictable, she knew this man was the devil, but not once did she ever think to expect such words from him. He spoke such defaming words with so much ease, was this how he treated women?

What did he think of her? Did he take it that she was at his mercy? Did he think her of an item he could use just because he had wealth and power?

He stood by the table, his back against her. 

She decided to be calm, maybe she didn't hear well.

"Pardon?" She asked just for confirmation.

Her question had caused him to turn. His piercing eyes right into hers. The room was a little dim so she was faced with almost the outline of his body and face.

He took a few steps close to her as his face became more detailed. 

"I want you..." 

His words sank into her ears, this didn't sound as bad as his first choice of words, But then, he was still Mr. Devil and she was certain that nothing good came from the devil.

"Name your price," 

Oh and he kept going, he wasn't going to stop! Her price? Like a whore? 

"You don't speak to a lady like that," she said in a clear but brittle tone. 

He moved another step close to her, now almost covering the space between them. His face became clear under her gaze again, his burning gaze dissolved the anger within her. 

Oh, she couldn't behold this gaze anymore, she couldn't continue to stare at this face that took away all her powers. She dropped her gaze to his chest before shutting her eyes. But his face was like a two-edged sword, it haunted her with her eyes open and closed.

"It's a question of choice and it's yours to make...

My request goes away forever once you walk out that door."

Joleen wasn't thinking right, but good to know that this wasn't forced. Soley only if she consented to it.

But never! She could never make a deal with the devil. Not that she had any grievances with women who get paid for pleasurable services they rendered to men, but she wasn't one of them and would never be.

That wasn't how her grandma raised her! 

Her mind now fell on her grandma. She would never approve of any man speaking to her this way.

"What would it take to have you pleasure me?" His initial question replayed again in her head.

She opens her eyes, his gaze still at her, but closer. 

His hands reached for her hair, lightly caressing it. Their face joined, their eyes shut, their nose laying side by side with each other. One hand still kept busy on her hair as she noticed the other hand trailing her shoulders till it got to her neck. Then holding unto the soft skin of her neck softly. A sudden wave of what felt like electricity moved through her body. 

Oh, he lit her up! And she meant every part of her turned on. Their eyes still shut as Dennis sluggishly moved his face to her cheek while their skin still touched. She noticed his hands on her hair moved her hair away as his face now settled somewhere close to her ear. 

"Time is ticking little Joleen." He whispered.

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