Chapter 10 Hannah I pulled out my my phone and called Emma , " Han ! How's it going with Mr. Sexy Businessman ? " Emma's voice was too cheerful for my current crisis . " You abandoned me ! I hissed into the phone . " You left me alone with him after one minuter " " Um , you're welcome ? He's gorgeous and loaded . Did you see how everyone looked at him ? That man is walking sex . " He wants me to go to his suite . Right now . He's paid me twenty thousand dollars , Emma . Twenty . Thousand , Dollars . " " Holy shit ! " Emma's squeal made me pull the phone away from my ear . Are you serious ? Did he actually transfer it ? " 3 app u I opened my banking with shaking fingers . There it was : $ 20,000.00 , pending deposit . The largest amount I'd ever seen in my account " It's there , " I whispered . " What do I do ? " " What do you do ? You go upstairs and earn that money , girl ! Is he creepy ? Mean ? Giving off serial killer vibes ? " " No , he's … " I struggled to find the words . Intense , Commanding , Scary , but in a way that makes me want to … " I trailed off , embarrassed . " Makes you want to what ? " Emma prompted , amusement lacing her voice . " Nothing . Never mind . " I took a deep breath . " What if this is a mistake ? What if he's dangerous ? " " Give me his full name and the suite number , " Emma said , suddenly serious . " Leonardo Salvatore . Suite 3201. " " Got it . If I don't hear from you by morning , I will call the cops . But Hannah ? This could solve all your problems . And from what I saw , he seems like the kind of man who knows exactly what he's doing in every department . " I groaned . " You're not helping " Yes , I am . I'm giving you permission to get laid by a hot rich guy who just gave you more money than you'd make in six months at that crappy café . Go . Have fun . Text me when you're safe . " * Fine . I'll call you tomorrow . " Details ! I want all the dirty details ! " I hung up and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror . My cheeks were flushed , and my eyes were bright with nervousness and something else . Excitement ? Desire ? The woman looking back at me seemed different somehow - holder , more daring . I checked my underwear situation . Thank god I'd worn the black lace set Emma had insisted I buy on sale last month . The bra pushed my breasts up nicely under the dress , and the matching panties were at least sexier than my usual cotton ones . Twenty thousand dollars . The number kept flashing in my mind like a neon sign . It wasn't just money - freedom from Vincent's threats , breathing room to finish my studies without working double shifts , and maybe even a chance to pursue my fashion designs , All I had to do was go upstairs and sleep with a devastatingly handsome , filthy rich man who clearly knew his way around a woman's body . I'd read enough steamy romance novels to know how this scenario played out . The innocent girl falling into the wealthy man's orbit , becoming his plaything . But those were fantasies . This was real life , with real consequences . But what choice did I have ? T The money was already in my account . I'd agreed to his terms 1 fixed my makeup , adjusted my dress , and took a deep breath . " You can do this , " I whispered to my reflection . " It's just sex . Really ly expensive sex Chapter 10 With one last look at myself , I left the bathroom and headed for the elevator , the keycard clutched in my hand like a lifeline . As the doors closed and I pressed the button for the 32nd floor , I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life or the best decision I'd ever made . Either way , there was no turning back now . The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding that seemed too cheerful for the momentous decision I'd just made . The 32nd - floor hallway stretched before me , all plush carpet and subtle lighting that screamed money . My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way down the corridor , checking door numbers until I reached 3201 . I raised the keycard , expecting to slide it through the reader , but paused when I noticed the door was slightly ajar . A sliver of warm light spilled into the hallway . " Hello ? " I called softly , pushing the door open wider . No answer . He must have left it open for me . How considerate of my new … what was he exactly ? Employer ? Benefactor ? Sugar Daddy ? The man who now owned my body for the next three months ? I stepped inside and froze . This wasn't a hotel suite - it was like a full - blown luxury apartment that took up what had to be half the floor . Floor- to - ceiling windows showcased a panoramic view of the city lights , glittering like fallen stars . The living room alone was bigger than my entire apartment , with sleek , modern , expensive furniture . " Mr. Salvatore ? " Still no answer . Maybe he was in the bathroom ? Or preparing some fancy bedroom setup with candles and rose petals ? I snorted at the thought . Leonardo Salvatore didn't seem like the rose petal type . I wandered deeper into the suite , admiring the original artwork on the walls . I recognized a Basquiat print that made my art - loving heart skip a beat . If I were designing my dream space , I'd choose something similar - bold colors , provocative lines . My appreciation for his taste in art abruptly stopped when I spotted something dark and wet on the pristine white carpet . At first , I thought someone had spilled red wine . Then I realized it was blood . A lot of blood . My breath caught in my throat . This couldn't be happening . Maybe it was a prank ? Some weird test of my loyalty ? " Mr. Salvatore ? " I called again , my voice trembling