Chapter 23. Vincent and Noah

LIA’S POV

“Still hurt?” asked the handsome guy with glasses who’d saved me from the wrath of… uh… Sasha’s ex. What was his name again? Vincent, right?

“A little, sir,” I replied, confused.

“Hang in there,” he said casually.

I swear, this guy was drop-dead gorgeous. Young, too. If I could get a client as hot and kind as him, life would feel like paradise. Hell, I’d do it for free.

“Why’re you smirking like that?” he asked, snapping me out of my wild daydreams—imagining round after round of nonstop passion with the tall, chiseled guy in front of me. “Hold on a sec. I need to call my daughter and let her know I’ll be home late tonight.”

I nodded, disappointed. Married, huh. No way I’d mess up a happy family. I quickly shoved away the naughty thoughts that had my core throbbing and my panties soaked.

My face felt hot and a bit bruised. When Vincent threw me out of the room, he was way too rough. Thank God this guy happened to be passing by and h