Jeremy's gaze dropped. "But I don't want to let that person down again. I'm sorry, Ms. Lan."

He turned and walked away without looking back. Thatush, barely-dressed body behind him didn't earn so much as a glance.

To Jeremy, Ms. Lan was nothing but a line item. A figure attached to a dollar sign. Whether she was a woman, what she looked like, how narrow her waist was or how full her chest — none of it registered. Business was all he cared about. As for women, he ...