The below is an excerpt from The Trillionaire Boys’ Club: The Connector:
“How old are you, Alexandra?”
My heart is pounding too hard. I’ve been startled, and now I’m scrambling to catch up.
With my bravest face: “I’m nineteen.”
“Have a boyfriend?”
I don’t see how this is relevant. I shrug.
“Ever had a boyfriend?”
“Are you a virgin?”
He’s between me and the door. I can’t storm out, but that doesn’t mean I have to cave.
“That’s none of your business.”
“So you are.”
“No.” But I want to punch myself, falling for his little trick.
His eyes devour me. He’s still by the door. Between it and me.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“Because you do business like a virgin.”
The strange statement disarms me. He leaves the door, but I don’t run for it. I follow him with my gaze, turning in a slow circle as he paces past me.
“Let me tell you something,” Nathan says. “Negotiations are like sex. You can’t possibly know what you’re getting into until you’ve been good and fucked.” He sits. “So that’s why I’m asking. Have you been fucked, Alexandra?”
“It’s Alex. Nobody calls me Alexandra.”
I shrug, figuring it’s not worth an argument. I eye the door. But when I turn back to Nathan, he’s shaking his head, disappointed.
“Never surrender ground. Do you understand me? Don’t you dare let me call something you don’t want to be called … Alex.”