"How much?"
"This isn't about money. It was consensual; we're both adults." The woman smiled, but her expression was brazen.
Yuri Sinclair refused to believe they had actually done anything. But as his eyes swept over her, he saw the bruises mottling her skin.
Those marks were proof enough that the very thing he refused to admit had, in fact, happened.
Disgust flared in his eyes. Without a second glance, Yuri Sinclair turned and strode away. As he pulled the door open, a thought suddenly struck him. "Did you use a condom?"
"I wasn't prepared to be with a client. Why would I be carrying one of those?" she lied.
Yuri Sinclair didn't want to hear any more. "Take the pill immediately," he ordered coldly. "I don't want you leaving anything behind to blackmail me with later."
"Don't worry. I'm not stupid enough to get involved with a married man."
Watching the door slam shut, Shannon Turner's lips curled into a bitter smile.
