Chapter 67 Jon

• Jon
• She dropped her purse on the bed, crossing her arms under her crop top and pushing her ample breasts in my direction until they nearly spilled over her arms. “All right. Five hundred for an hour. Anything over is a rate of one hundred per.”
• I smirked at her directness. In another setting, I might have actually enjoyed her conversation and company. But time was short. I had other things I needed to do, and this was just one distraction that was going to serve me well.