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Fuck.
I know I didn’t sleep my way into this job. But if one single person in the office gets the tiniest whiff of what happened here this weekend, I might as well kiss my career goodbye.
Every contribution, every achievement, every promotion or opportunity will all be assumed to be mine because I gave the CEO an awesome blow job. I’ll be hated for it—and I could hardly blame anyone for that.
Ace and Tex might be made for each other. But Cash Maddox and Dusty Rose can’t be together, it’s as simple as that.
That’s not necessarily true.
He’s your boss! You’re his employee! Stop dreaming of a happily ever after when you know they don’t exist! Have you ever seen one in real life?
No. But that doesn’t mean?—
Dusty, be practical. It was a beautiful weekend. But now it’s Monday morning.
I wish the little voice in my head would shut up.
Unfortunately, she has a point.
Today’s the day reality will sink its teeth back into our lives.
Ace can’t run from it any longer. And neither can I.
Either you walk away from your dream job, or you walk away from your dream man. That’s your choice.
How can I abandon my lifelong New York dream, the only thing that’s ever kept me anchored, just because I finally experienced a serious case of nymphomaniacal lust? My cock-drunk endorphins are trying to ruin my entire life’s plans.
They always leave, you know that.
I know.
My dad left. All the losers my mom felt a glimmer of hope about: every single one of them left. All the scumbags and jackasses who have made one promise after another to Sky: gone. I’ve never known a single man who actually stuck around. It’s sad, yes, but it’s one hundred percent true.
But Ace might be different. He is different. He promised me that and I believed him.
It’s too risky! You’re playing Russian roulette with your whole life, which you simply can’t afford to do.
As much as I’d love to stay in his warm, comforting embrace, my common sense is having its way with me. I’m the only one I’ve ever really been able to rely on and I have to choose myself and my future, no matter how hard it is.
And it is fucking hard.
I watch him sleep. His face is peaceful, his perfect mouth relaxed. The strong nose, the lightly curved eyelashes, the dark stubble of his beard. His features look enchanting in the dawn light. I love his face so much.
If I wake him, he’ll convince me to stay. He’ll look at me with his bedroom blue eyes and he’ll wrap his iron-strong arms around me. He’ll make me feel like I could ask for the universe and he’ll get it for me. And I’ll believe every word he says.
Do I love him?
Probably.
And now my inner sex goddess is having her say. You do. You really do.
Do I know how to love?
Probably not. It’s too fast, anyway. It can’t be love. It’s just lust.
It’s fire. It’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to you.
Am I willing to throw everything away to find out?
