"Laughing, I took her hand back in mine. "I don't like seeing someone as hot as you bruised up, but I don't judge you fighting for money. We all do what we can. Look at me and my work. Not exactly a dream job, but I'm big, strong, and don't mind hurting people. Not a lot of jobs for a guy with my skill set. I was never good at school. I hate computers and have no patience with fixing things. I had the choice of being an enforcer or a gigolo." Raven smacked my hand away. "Stop being charming, you dipshit." "I'll try, but it just comes so naturally for me." "Why not a gigolo?" "I'm too shy." Raven laughed. "That's too bad. I'd pay to fuck you." "Of course, you would. I'd totally pay to have you give me a lap dance." "You couldn't afford me." "I don't know. I've been saving up for something special. This could be it."