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“Good.” He straightened up, smoothing a hand over his suit. “So don’t you ever dare pounce on me like you just did, or I will cut your balls off and feed them to you.”

Without waiting, he opened the door, and I was prepared to watch him walk away when he stopped.

“What are you doing waiting over there?” He tsked. “Come. We’re going.”

“Going?” My brows furrowed as I slowly straightened up. “Going where?”

He rolled his eyes.

“For God’s sake, do you need everything spelled out for you?” He clicked his tongue again. “We’re going to my apartment. To have sex.”

My jaw was just about to drop. “W-we are?”

He couldn’t have seemed more annoyed even if he tried, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I’m already regretting this.”

Not giving a shit about anything, I fisted my hands. “Fuck yeah,” I squealed, pumped as fuck, as he put his mask back on.

“Do you have to be this shameless?” he grunted when I stuck close to him.

“I’m a dog, remember?”

I couldn’t see his face, but from the way he stopped walking to glare at me, I bet the money I’d earned tonight that I’d just hit a nerve. Well, sweetheart, I'm about to hit a lot more than just nerves tonight.

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SANTIAGO

Just like he said, we went back to his apartment.

I hadn’t even stepped foot inside, and he’d already ordered me to go straight to the guest bathroom to take a shower, threatening my life if I didn’t properly wash myself. Now, all cleaned up and in the brand-new clothes that he’d left for me, I was sitting on the couch, waiting for him. He said he’d also take a shower, but checking my phone, it had already been over forty-five minutes.

Poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue, I tapped the floor with my bare foot. This whole hooking-up thing was a lot more organized than I thought it would be. I mean, he got me clothes my size to wear, for God’s sake, and then left me waiting like it was a doctor’s appointment. He was an odd guy, nothing I didn’t already know, but still. The more I experienced him, the more on edge it left me, and while my brain told me to run for my life, I couldn’t. I was too curious to learn more, too desperate to have him, and too weak to resist.

“Have you showered?”

I perked up at the sound of his voice and turned to see him standing near the hall. I didn’t know what I’d expected to find, but somehow, I was taken by surprise. Still in a white bathrobe and with his hair wet and falling over his brows, he looked… different. He was still beautiful, I mean, he always was—that was the whole fucking problem. But now, it was a different type of beauty. Almost vulnerable, if that word could even suit such a disturbed man. Looking at him now reminded me of the expression he had right after he came that one time I sucked him off.

My chest tightened with the memories, and a bit out of breath, I brushed my sweaty palms over my thighs and got up.

“Yeah, I did.”

He studied me for a few lingering seconds before he turned and walked over to the open kitchen.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Tea?” I frowned.

I was used to being offered a drink or two before fucking, even a joint, but never tea.

“Yes, tea. Is there a problem with that?”

Still standing by the couch, I shrugged. “Isn’t that what old people drink?”

Ignoring me, he placed a teapot over the stove.

Thinking about it, maybe him offering me tea wasn’t any different from drinking maté, which was a traditional drink in most Argentinian households. And yet, I was never offered it on a date, let alone before sex.