Chapter 1: Unexpected Upgrade
Sasha adjusted her toolkit on the cluttered desk, her sharp eyes scanning the ancient desktop computer in front of her. She’d been called to this stranger’s apartment for a simple fix, but the vibe in the room was already setting her on edge. The guy, Mike, had let her in with a casual smirk before disappearing into the bathroom for a shower. ‘Just wait a sec,’ he’d said, his voice dripping with a confidence that made her roll her eyes. She wasn’t here for games; she was here for a paycheck. But with card debt looming like a dark cloud, every gig counted.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Sasha’s gaze flicked up instinctively. Mike sauntered out, a flimsy robe barely tied around his waist, revealing more than she cared to see. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and a sly grin played on his lips. ‘Fixed it yet, tech genius?’ he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his tone laced with mockery.
‘Almost,’ Sasha shot back, her voice cool as steel. ‘Maybe if you didn’t have a museum piece for a computer, I’d be done by now.’ She turned back to the screen, ignoring the way his robe gaped open. She wasn’t some blushing idiot; she’d seen plenty in her line of work. But damn, this kid—barely 18—had a boldness that was hard to ignore.
Mike chuckled, stepping closer. ‘You’re sharp. I like that. How about a little bonus for your trouble?’ He pulled a wad of cash from the robe pocket, fanning it out like a poker player showing a winning hand. ‘Extra services, you know? I’ve got needs beyond tech support.’
Sasha’s fingers froze on the keyboard. She turned slowly, her hazel eyes narrowing. ‘You’re kidding, right? I’m not a damn escort.’ Her voice was a blade, cutting through his bravado. But the weight of her debts pressed against her resolve, whispering temptations she hated to hear.
‘No kidding,’ Mike said, his grin widening. ‘Just a little fun. You look like you could use a break.’ He let the robe slip further, his cock already half-hard, dangling with an audacity that made her jaw clench. ‘How about you get on your knees for me? Easy money.’
Sasha’s breath hitched, not out of desire but sheer disbelief. ‘You’ve got some nerve, kid,’ she snapped, standing up to face him, her posture unyielding. ‘You think I’m that desperate?’ But the cash in his hand glinted like a lifeline, and she hated how her mind calculated the bills it could cover.
‘I think you’re smart enough to see a good deal,’ Mike countered, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. ‘Come on, Sasha. Just a taste.’
Her lips pressed into a thin line, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t just anger—it was a challenge. ‘Fine,’ she said, her tone icy. ‘But don’t think for a second I’m some pushover. You want this? You’re playing by my rules.’ She dropped to her knees with a deliberate slowness, her gaze locked on his, daring him to underestimate her. The air between them crackled, charged with a dangerous tension as her hands reached for him, her mind racing with a mix of defiance and raw, unexpected heat. Whatever came next, Sasha wasn’t about to let this cocky little punk think he had the upper hand.
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