Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
If not for Mike’s personal recommendation of Cassidy, last night wouldn’t have happened. She was vetted and given the proper legal documents ahead of time. She knew exactly what she was getting into. And she enjoyed it. Her pussy was so wet for me, and when she came, it was hard and long. It made me crazy with need. The need to control her. To fuck her again.
Shit.
This isn’t good.
I’ll ensure she takes the offer, and when she does, it’s hands-off. Because I need her.
I pull out my phone and shoot off a message to Mike.
Me: Need a favor
Mike: Of course you do…
Me: Fuck off. You make bank off me.
Mike: *rolling my eyes so hard*
He’s so damn dramatic. He’s well taken care of, and that’s the reason he’s up for the challenge of dealing with me and my compulsions. He’s one of the only people who knows, and he’s gone above and beyond to ensure it stays private. For that, I owe him.
Aiden: Can you arrange for a buyer to put together a full wardrobe, accessories, and beauty shit for Cassidy?
Mike: First of all, who? What did I miss? Also, beauty shit! You do know I’m your agent, not your bitch, right?
Aiden: Shut up. And just get me what I want.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be such a dick, but Mike has been with me since I got drafted out of college. He knows I’m messing with him.
Mike: For fuck’s sake, please tell me you didn’t fall in love?
Aiden: Now I’m rolling my eyes…
Aiden: Did you see that game?
Mike: Sure did. But what does that have to do with the girl?
Aiden: She did that.
Mike: So many questions.
Aiden: Just do it. I’ll fill you in later.
With that, I shut down my phone and throw it in my bag, not wanting to text back and forth all night. Because Mike would.
No. I’m going back to the hotel and unloading, and without a doubt, Cassidy will play the star in my mind while I do.
10
CASSIDY
I’m back at the hotel twenty-four hours later to tell him my decision. My hands shake at my side. The nerves claw at my gut.
The same man is outside Aiden’s door.
He must realize I have no intention of knocking because he takes it upon himself to do so for me.
Shit.
What if he’s changed his mind?
Can I do this? Continue to lie to him?
Bile rises up my throat, and my stomach clenches tight.
No. I can’t.
I have to leave. Now.
I’m about to run away when the door swings open, and there he is with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets dripping down his firm pecs.
Holy. Crap.
“Your jaw’s on the floor, sweetheart.”
I snap my mouth shut, internally berating myself for ogling him so openly.
And what’s with his swagger? He was always confident but never this arrogant.
Do I like it?
Yeah. I do.
But does he really have to be so damn hot? It’s not natural.
I promised myself on the walk over here that there would be no more impure thoughts about Aiden Slate. One minute in, and I’m already failing.
How the hell will I be able to work with this man when I want to jump his bones every time I see him?
Easy, girl.
Get your head in the game.
But instead of listening to my inner ramblings and pulling my gaze away, I find my gaze drop to his lips.
Wrong move, again.
His grin is sinful, and I can’t help but smile back.
“Glad you made the right decision.” His confident voice makes my spine tingle. Okay, it’s something else that tingles, but I refuse to admit that fact.
I clear my throat and swallow. “Who said I made a decision?”
His eyebrow lifts. “Haven’t you?”
I sigh heavily, not wanting to have this conversation at the door. “Can I come in?” If anyone were to walk by and see me, they’d tell me to get a room with the way I’m staring at him. I need out of this hall.
He steps aside, motioning me in. Last night, I was too nervous to really take in the suite, but now, with my nerves taking a back seat to my libido, I can. Well, that is once I turn my attention away from the chiseled chest causing my heart to race.
Not only is it beautiful in here, but Lord, it’s clean.
The place is immaculate, not that I expected anything different. When you crave control, it’s in all things.
“I wanted to discuss the terms,” I say, and he leans against the wall. My eyes sweep over the towel, just barely hanging off his hips. “Did you want to get dressed?”
“Not really.”
“Oh…okay,” I stammer, recognizing I need to get this conversation started and get out of here before I make an utter fool of myself.
“The terms, Cassidy.” He smirks. “What is it you want to discuss?”
I shake my head to clear the ridiculous fog caused by his lack of clothing and sexy-as-hell tousled hair.