Chapter 38

Alexi ponders my face momentarily before leaning back and pulling out his wallet from his inner jacket, sliding out a black credit card and holding it out to me without hesitation. I blink at it, then him, and double-take at how easily this one was to get out of him. I shrug with one shoulder, internally surprised and a little smug about this victory too. I feel he owes me, and I have no qualms about spending HIS money. He isn’t even going to argue on this point, and I fully intend to exploit him this way while I am on a roll.

He cost me everything, and it’s a small price to pay in return.

“I hope the hair is on that list… brunette isn’t your colour,” he adds as he watches me tuck it into my bra at the side of my left breast, his eye lingering on the cleavage exposed in doing so. I ignore it, and he quickly averts his eyes to scan my hair instead, which is in an unkempt ponytail, and I have to agree. I hate this hair; it’s why it spends its life tied up and looking like