Tango With The Dirty Filthy Rich (completed)

“He’s never going to go for you,” a voice came out of the dark in front of me. “Not while you’re a virgin.”

I squinted, and when I looked closer, I saw there was another bedroom at the end of the hall with the door wide open, and though I couldn’t quite make out the figure, I could see there was someone sitting in an armchair, smoking a cigarette. Or a cigar maybe.

I took a step forward. Surely he wasn’t talking to me, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. “Excuse me?”

“Weston never goes for virgins. It’s one of his rules.”

Heat rushed up my neck and flooded my cheeks. “Uh…”