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It was wrong. And humiliating. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but dammit, it did. And he knew I was turned on. Just by his words—no, not words. His promise. Damon Grant didn’t just say things unless he meant it. And he meant what he said…
“I… I need to talk to Heather or—”
He could tell I was struggling and dropped a file on my lap. He was way too close for my sanity. “Don’t tell Heather. She is your agent. Look at it and tell me if you need to make any changes.”
I was gaping at the contract and eyed him. “You knew I would say yes?”
“It was a ninety-to-ten percent chance.”
“Why ten percent?”
“Because you hate me,” he replied with a small smirk that made me wish I could slap it away.
“I’d still hate you if we do this.”
“I figured,” he said, his voice soft. Before I could ask him what was going on in his head, he continued in his cocky voice, “It was drafted by a lawyer, so don’t worry about the NDA or anything. Even if you hate it or something happens, I won’t sue you.”
“Yeah, sure,” I snorted, reading the terms and conditions. “Like the time you threatened to sue me because you accidentally used the blue conditioner.”
Damn him. Everything read professional, and it was all about being an ambassador for his brand. Nothing seemed fishy, and the zeroes made me want to sign it right away.
“Don’t blame me for your actions. My hair was blue for an entire month, and I failed a very important interview because of you.” He sounded mad and when I eyed him, he was tugging at his tie. He looked cute when he was mad. Wait what? “Why the fuck would you add blue dye to a conditioner, anyway?”
I bit my cheek. “I wanted to prank Emma. I’m surprised you didn’t suspect anything since you caught me adding the dye to the conditioner.”
I remembered it like the next day. I had sneaked into the bathroom and squealed when Damon had entered, shirtless and sweaty. He looked grumpy and left as soon as he saw me. I finished my job quickly with warm cheeks. He scolded me that I should have locked the door, and I apologized before he slammed it closed. Then he showered and used the dyed conditioner.
“I remember telling you to close the door.” He frowned and looked at me. “Drake used to walk in without knocking, and I didn’t want him anywhere close to Emma. Or you.”
I froze, hearing his name from Damon’s lips. His sibling and Emma’s half-brother, Drake, had stalked her, kidnapped her and would’ve assaulted her if Cillian hadn’t stopped him. I remembered how terrifying it was for Emma and how glad I was to find out he was murdered by his fellow inmates. Damon looked like he took it the hardest, even though he didn’t show it.
He was distant when he left for his university and never saw Emma as his sister and treated her like a stranger. But after their mother passed away and the whole stalking incident, they were back to normal. I was glad he made up with her, but I was still upset because it took him so long to realize that it hurt Emma.
“I didn’t know he was always a creep.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice distant. Clearing his throat, he looked at me and the file. “Any thoughts on our fake and sexual relationship?”
19
COME TO ME
DAMON
Her dark eyes slid from me to her lap, re-reading the terms and conditions that I had asked my assistant and lawyer to draft before her call ended. There are certain benefits of being rich. Like people prioritizing your demands and finishing it quicker than usual when bargained with the right amount.
That’s why anything can be bought.
Even Summer Hayes.
After all, it’s a forbidden offer she can’t refuse.
Her blouse heaved with each deep breath she took. Asshole or not, I had a point. And she liked it by the looks of it.
I leaned closer, offering her a fountain pen that was worth more than the car we were in and whispered against the shell of her ear, “I’m offering you everything you want on a silver platter, kitten.”
She swallowed, my eyes falling to her lips as she licked them. They were plump and perfect. I could kiss them for hours. “I need time.”
My hand clenched. “How many hours?”
