Page 15 of Bid For Me
“So what’s the problem then?”
“You want me to have sex with you? Is that what you’re saying?” He counters, ignoring my question.
I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “No, not exactly. I just want the contract fulfilled. That’s all. I don’t know what the rules are exactly, Sebastian, but as far as I’m concerned, you paid for one night with me and that’s what I expect.”
He looks at me, his expression softening a bit. “Alright, Elle. You want a high-class escort experience? I can give you that. But I won’t be sleeping with you.” He pauses, and I can tell he’s thinking about offering some sort of concession. I’m not interested in anything he has to offer.
“Seb—”
“Elle,” he mimics with a smirk.
“Don’t do that,” I bristle, then sigh. Why does he always get under my skin? “So you paid to sleep with me, but you’re refusing to. Are we done then? Call it good and move on – separately.”
“No. You’re mine until the contract is fulfilled.”
“What do you meanyours?”
“I mean, you can’t date anyone else until we’ve slept together.”
“I don’t want to date anyone! I just wanted my virginity gone so I could enjoy myself at ‘For Me’.”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no?”
“You’re not going to a sex club, Elle. What would your family say?”
“Believe it or not, I wasn’t planning on announcing it to them.”
“But if it got out, Elle, it wouldruinthem.”
His words sit heavy in my gut and I know that he’s right. But still. It’s not fair. I’m sure they know Aiden’s a member. Why does there have to be double standards for us?
“So what…you just expect me to stay a virgin forever?” I hiss quietly.
“No. I have a plan.”
I clench my jaw and take a deep breath, trying to draw in patience and determination.
“So did I,” I mutter bitterly, my voice tinged with frustration that I’m unable to hide. “And you…messed it up.”
I can feel the furrow forming between my brows, and I purse my lips in irritation.
“You’re really cute when you’re trying not to swear.” Seb grins, a playful glint in his eyes.
I shoot him a withering glare, my eyes narrowing in disbelief.
“Don’t change the topic.”
He leans in, his expression serious yet somewhat teasing, trying to lighten the mood.
“Look Elle, the way I see it, your needs are two-fold, as are mine.” He gestures with his hands, emphasising his point. “If you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise, my posture shifting slightly as I consider his proposition.
“Two fold?” I echo with a mix of curiosity and scepticism lacing my tone.
“You want the contract gone, right?” I nod eagerly. “And your innocence.”