Page 53 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

She just looked up at me.

"Oh, you're serious?" I asked. "What are you, five?"

"It's actually pretty good. And cheap." She looked embarrassed again.

I knew she was low on cash. I had looked up her address. It was a rundown apartment in a not so great area. And she was working as a secretary for a dick. She had to be desperate for a job. Asking her to the gala would be perfect. It would be the best night of her life. She'd fall for the wealth and charm, right on top of me. I wondered if she'd be offended if I paid her afterward. She needed the money. And I wanted to help her out. What am I thinking?

"Maybe you should pack yourself a peanut butter and jealous sandwich sometime and reminisce about when you were young."

"I'm not sure that would help me reminisce," I said. "I've never even had one."

"You've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

"Can't say I have."

"What kind of kid goes through childhood without trying peanut butter and jelly?"

"I don't know, it was never in my lunch. Maybe our chef wasn't fond of it." Now I was just rubbing my money in her face. She wasn't going to accept my invitation if I acted like a complete ass.

She bit her lip. "We have to fix that immediately." She pulled a paper bag out of her purse. "Here."

"I'm not eating that."

"I'm a good cook."

"I'm not sure cooking has anything to do with making that."

"Which is probably for the best. Because I'm not really a good cook."

I laughed. "If I try this contraption, do I get anything in return?"

"The delicious taste?"

"How about you owe me a favor?" I took a big bite.

"Wait! I didn't agree to that."

"Too late," I said, with my mouth still full. Hell, it was actually pretty good. Sweet and savory at the same time. Just like her.

"I don't owe you a favor."

"Actually you do, baby."

"God." She rolled her eyes at me. "You're incredibly immature."

"Said the girl who just rolled her eyes at me."

She sighed. "Touché. Did you like it?"

"It's actually really good."

"See!" She smiled at me. "There's a break room around the corner if you want to go sit down and eat."

I was perched on the side of her desk, staring down at her. "This is good. I have to get a feel for your desk anyway."

"Why?"

"Well, I'm sure we'll eventually break in here at night and make love on it. Since you're into office hookups and all."

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