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But it isn’t her name on the screen. It’s a number I don’t recognize.
There’s a link, but I don’t click it. Instead, my eyes drop to the number just below it. A six-figure sum.
Oh no.
I know exactly what this is. The other half of Jenson’s offer.
This must be why he seemed so self-assured when I refused him at the office. I hadn’t let him finish, but he was intending to offer me half a million to play the part.
Taking a deep breath, I click on the link. It brings me to the company’s website, a page for the company retreat at some place called Jade Lodge, located in Colorado.
Numbly, I scroll through the photos. The lodge is stunning, of course. The perks of working for a company like Dupont. Several pools, water features, sunken bars, a sauna, a spa, even hikes through fairytale woods and well-manicured meadows.
I can picture myself waist-deep in the pool, soaking in the emerald trees and getting a tan.
Isn’t this something your girlfriend can handle?I type quickly, not wanting to second-guess my frustration and wuss out.
Jenson’s reply comes quickly:I don’t have one. I don’t date.
Don’t you have some intern simpering around, waiting for an opportunity like this? To sleep with the CEO?
You volunteering?The response sends blood rushing to my face as my body heats. Before I can close my mouth from the shock, he elaborates:To get the company, I need a fiancé. Not an office fling.
I have so many questions but stop myself from texting back. I’ve had two glasses of wine, after all, and don’t want to get too sassy with him.
Scrolling up, I look at the number again. That much money would pay off a year’s worth of Jodie’s medical bills. More, it would chip away at some of the debt.
Holding my breath, I make the decision.
The one that Jenson assumed I’d go with as soon as I stepped foot in his office earlier today. My heart twists in my chest. I don’t want him to see me as a greedy person, but…
Okay, I type.Tomorrow. We need to talk logistics.
Before I can change my mind, I toss my phone onto the bathroom rug.
“What am I doing?” I groan, sinking farther into the water. I need something to take my mind off this mess.
As the water slowly relaxes my muscles, I find my hand drifting lower, grazing my stomach, sliding between my legs.
Somehow, I’m already turned on. Probably thanks to a day full of adrenaline and a half-naked Jenson.
I play with myself teasingly, just brushing my clit as my legs tense. A buzz of desire runs through my body and I arch my back with a low moan, thankful the walls here aren’t thin.
Within moments, I’m well on my way to an orgasm. One that will relieve the day’s stress. I let my legs fall apart as I tease myself more, dipping fingers between my slick folds, loving the feel of the cool air on my nipples.
Just as I’m nearing the edge, Jenson’s face crosses my mind. Those steely eyes, his parted lips. I reach back to a memory—his face buried between my legs, one hand gripping my thigh as he thrust his tongue inside my core while he played with my clit.
With a gasp, I pull my hand away.
I can’t get off to Jenson Sharpe. Not only is he my boss, but I just agreed to go on a two week retreat with him as his fake fiancé.
The last thing I need to do is dream up fantasies about that wicked body of his and all the ways he can pleasure me.
No, I can do this. I need the money badly and while Jenson may be the boss, I know him—the real him. He wants to use me to secure the company.
Fine. I’ll use him just as readily.
Jenson Sharpe will never, ever, have me on my knees.
