Page 14 of Kissing the Hitman
“How long the job will take. Sometimes you have to wait people out.”
“Like negotiations? I bet you always win. You can be silent forever.”
“I do.” I peek over at him. He’s watching me. “Always win.”
“Lucky. I’m horrible at them. I was talking to Sam—”
“Sam?” he cuts in for once.
“Yeah, he’s a travel influencer too. We both did some promo for the same company, and he told me what they paid him. It was almost double what they gave me! I mean, I’m happy for him, it just kinda sucks.” I peek around, not wanting anyone to hear me say something rude. Finn does the same, but he does a bigger scan of the area around us. “I have a bigger following than him,” I whisper. “And my page has a ton more engagement. Is it because he’s a man? I bet it is. Isn’t it?” I huff.
“He could have lied.” I stop walking.
“Why would he do that?” I hadn’t even considered that Sam could be lying.
“To get into your head.”
“I don’t understand why he’d need to do that.”
“Are you his competition?”
“I never thought of it that way. I thought we were kind of friends. He keeps trying to get one of our trips to coincide but it never works out.”
“That’s not happening.” Finn puts his hand on my back to guide me to keep walking.
“Maybe you could teach me?”
“Teach you?” he repeats.
“Yeah, to negotiate. Give me some tricks or something.”
“I think you’re a lot better at it than you know.”
ChapterThirteen
FINN
Ihave ideas about what we could negotiate. Her clothes. Her kisses. Her cries. My cock twitches, which is inconvenient since we’re standing in the middle of the Tuileries with tourists and Parisians strolling through the gardens on either side of us. Even though Paris is the City of Love, public erections aren’t high on the list of things to do while on vacation. Pretty sure I can get arrested for public indecency.
“You done with the churros?”
She peers at me over a half-eaten one. “No.”
The dumbass is unstated but implied. “I’ll buy you a whole flotilla in a couple hours.” I toss her hot chocolate into a nearby trash can and grab her hand.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the hotel.” I consider lifting her over my shoulder so we can move faster.
“Did you forget something?”
“Yeah.” I should’ve taken her this morning. I should've reached between her legs, scissored that wet cunt open, and slid inside of her. I was ready. She was ready. Instead, I’d said some dumb things, hurt her feelings, and all that led to me having a public woodie. The only thing that will remedy both grievances—her feelings, my hard-on—is sex.
“What is it? Your wallet is in your pocket. You used it to pay for our food.”
“You want to learn to negotiate? Find out the one thing the other person wants the most and then use it against them.”
“What do you want the most?”