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I sat back, taking deep breaths. I hadn’t jerked off in a while, hadn’t needed to. I stood up and walked into the bathroom, cleaning myself off. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t believe I was sitting inside jerking myself off instead of getting out there and finding some pussy to occupy my mind.
I left the bathroom, shaking my head, and grabbed the phone. I called up room service and ordered a steak and a whisky.
Fuck it. This was my last night in Philly, and I was on thin ice with the fucking publishers. I’d lay low for the night and get back to my old self tomorrow. Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t have an unlimited supply of whisky and steak in this fancy hotel, all billed to the publishing company.
I kicked back up on the bed and turned on the TV, looking for some half-decent sports to watch. After a few minutes, I heard a knock at my door.
I got up, pulling my pants back on. “Coming,” I grunted, and walked to the door.
I pulled it open. “That was fast,” I said, but it wasn’t room service.
“Am I too late?” Selena asked me.
I grinned hugely at her. My eyes roamed her body, and I felt a thrill run through my chest.
“No,” I said. “You’re right on time.”
7
Selena
I didn’t know what the heck I was doing as I walked down the hotel’s hallway.
I nervously tugged at my skirt, biting my lip, as I approached room number 234. I stared at the door and had the sudden, violent urge to run away, very, very fast.
I couldn’t believe I was seriously there. I couldn’t believe I was inches away from knocking, moments away from getting involved with a dangerous, attractive stranger.
And he was a stranger, despite having seen him on television and online for months. I didn’t know a thing about him, and really I had only skimmed his book for the most basic information. Maybe all the tabloid stuff was a lie and he was actually a really good guy. Or maybe I was going to be thrown into something I couldn’t understand with a man I was afraid I couldn’t resist.
But as much as I hated it, I needed the money. He definitely could pay me, considering how famous he was and how many books he was selling. And one million dollars was going to go a long way for my family, really ease their burden as much as possible.
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to get involved with Nash, or lie to the media, or lie to my parents. But I knew that if I could just stick it out for the rest of his book tour, then I could give my parents the money and they’d understand. I knew they’d understand.
They had to understand.
As I stood there staring at the door, the war inside me continued to rage. But really, I had come this far. All I had to do was knock on the door and go inside, and I was sure that Nash would do the rest.
I reached up and knocked.
My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t believe I was there, that I was really knocking. Part of me still thought that it was some complicated ploy to get me into bed.
The door swung open. “That was fast,” he said, and then stopped and looked at me.
“Am I too late?” I asked him.
He grinned hugely. “No. You’re right on time.” He moved aside. “Come on in.”
I walked into his hotel room, not sure what I expected. Inside it was relatively neat and clean, though for some reason I expected him to have stuff thrown all over the place.
“Have a seat,” he said. “I have food and drink coming, if you’re interested.”
“Thanks,” I said, sitting down at the table next to his bed.
“Not much, but it does the trick.” He sat down across from me.
“What?”
“The hotel room. Publisher went cheap with it for some reason.”
“Oh,” I said, looking around. “It’s nice.”
He laughed. “You’re nervous.”
I looked at him again, biting my lip. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and jeans, an outfit I was much more familiar with. I could see tattoos snaking up his arms along his muscular biceps. His piercing green eyes were smiling at me, staring directly at me, and his mouth was pulled up into a delicious and maddening grin.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I said.
“You’re here to marry me.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised you showed up.”
“I’m a little surprised, too.”
He leaned forward on his elbows. “So tell me, Selena, why did you show up?”
For a second I was lost in his eyes, his lips. I quickly shook my head. “Money. I’m here for the money.”
“One million. Like we agreed.”
