“Me?” Roxie whispered, her big brown eyes widening, as if she didn’t quite believe it. She crossed her arms over her chest and scratched the black tattoo on her collarbone. “You want me?”
My lips curved into a smirk, and I ground my knee against her core, watching how her eyes flickered down to it and feeling her thighs press together around mine. I brushed my thumb across her jaw.
“Do you want his debt to me to be gone?” I asked into her ear. “Do you want safety at all hours of the day? Money you can spend freely? Vacations you’ve only ever dreamed of?”
She paused for a moment, glanced down at the mere centimeters of space between us, and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be in debt,” she said, voice unusually broken and defeated. Those scared-voiced words sounded so foreign on her
