The deal

Scarlett took in Ryke’s appearance. His designer clothes, ever-changing luxury cars and expensive apartment were enough to prove that he was wealthy but mostly, that he had good connections. He could get her an invitation to the Globex annual gala if he really wanted to. As a top-class male escort, his clients would definitely be female entrepreneurs. He could seduce them into doing anything, couldn’t he? Plus, it wouldn’t be offensive to ask him to do that, he was probably used to making profit of his body and taking advantage of them already. Ryke eyed her suspiciously. He could tell that Scarlett was plotting something in her mind. “What do you say, sir?” She asked, drinking the last bit of her coffee.” “I say nothing. I’m not getting you an invitation.” “But why not?” “Why should I? What even tells you that I have that kind of power?” “Come on, of course you do. Look at yourself. Now, don’t play difficult. Just help me with this once.” “This once? All I’ve been doing lately is help