LaClaire Touch by Dori Lavelle

When a man pays for my body, I shut off my emotions, close my eyes, and force myself to push through. No thinking. No feeling. No breaking apart. Soon the debts will be paid. Soon I’ll scrub their cologne and sweat from my skin and walk away from this business for good, pretending it never happened.For now, my body is not my own. For now, I belong to any man who can afford me. But when Derrick LaClaire asks for a night with me, I turn him away, even when he offers to pay triple what I earn per hour. I need his cash, but if I let him touch me, I know I’ll break every single one of my rules. And he’ll discover who I really am.