Hissy Fit

When she spoke, her voice was as calm as his. ‘You’re right. I’ll be throwing away a perfectly good opportunity if I don’t ask for anything in the divorce. After all, you have more money than I can ever dream of.’ She ignored the pain coming from her shoulder and her heart. ‘But I don’t think I should be the one to offer a quote. You slept with me for a year. You’re the customer. How much do you think my services are worth?’ If he thought she was divorcing him for money, so be it. As long as she could leave him, it didn’t matter what he thought of her. Austyn balled his hands into fists. ‘It’s been a long time since I last availed myself of your…services.’ He watched her. Her big, round eyes were lowered, hooded by her lashes. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking. ‘I can’t give you an estimate until I’ve tried it again.’ With that, he crushed his lips to hers. Kira wanted to resist. But she could barely move. He pressed his full weight against her, knocking the air out of her lungs.