“And how’s that?” Gabrielle asked, not trying to be combative but it seemed that Robert took it that way. His eyebrows narrowed into a meaningful glare.
“I had no money and though I could have gotten a job, Denny knew this guy that sort of wanted me.”
“Wanted?”
She started to blush, tempted to run from the room, but she couldn’t move. His expression held her fixed, his eyes with both tenderness and immovable intent kept her glued to her chair. Her body quaked from a sensuous heat she associated with s*x. It would be too crude to ask him to screw her, but that very picture came to mind not wanting to leave.
“He’d pay me to have s*x,” she said, pausing to see how he reacted, but there seemed no response from him at all, just his willingness to listen more. “One night a week I went to hi
