Chapter 8. The Blow Job

I stiffened remembering it was Nikolai's contact who had connected me to Rhea that night. Ofcourse, he would remember. Clearing my throat, I clasped my hands over the desk.

"It just came to mind," I shrugged the topic off.

"How was that, by the way? The Ballerina? She danced like nobody's business,but I bet she was good on her back too. Worth the money you forked out to get her?" My first clenched when l heard his words. Although this wasn't an unusual conversation, I came from an openly promiscuous family where we didn't keep our loves lives hidden; I didn't want to hear my uncle talking about Rhea.

It was ridiculous. I barely knew her. Yet my jaw clenched painfully as I glared across my desk.

"Yes. Worth it", l responded lastly. "Great to hear!" He clapped his hands. "Don't go around spending that kind of money each time you need a lay, though. Plenty of women will give you that for free, Aleksander. You're a good looking man, and I see how the little slice