Page 104 of Mr. Wicked

But I had to be realistic. There was no way I could stop myself from having sex with him.

Not when I wanted him this badly.

When we’d be together for twelve months.

When I’d be living in his condo, seeing him every day.

“It’s funny ... you didn’t want a nice guy when I was licking your pussy. In fact, when I was doing it in the shower, I’m pretty sure you were telling me how dirty I was.”

My cheeks flushed from the memory. “I like the balance.”

“I’ll remember that.” He got up from his seat and headed toward his wing. After a few paces, he pulled his phone from his back pocket, stopping to read what was on the screen. He turned toward me. “Did you see Laura’s text?”

I shook my head, not even remembering where I’d placed my phone.

“I guess a Celebrity Alert went out a few minutes ago. Hell, I know you subscribe to that shit, so you’ll see it.”

“What did it say?”

A smile tugged at his beautiful lips. “Looks like they found your post on Instagram and shared it with the headline, ‘Hook, line, and locked down. It appears like Boston’s Biggest Bachelor has gone from six to one.’”

I wished more than anything that were true.

But at least my post was believable.

“Laura must be ecstatic,” I replied. “Everything she planned is coming true.”

“We’ll see how it affects our memberships.” He took a sip, holding some in his throat before he swallowed. “You know, that’s the real testament.”

I knew the way my followers responded to my endorsements.

Grayson and I were a product of Hooked.

Memberships were going to soar. I felt that in my gut.

“The numbers will increase. Trust me,” I said with confidence.

He brushed his fingers over his beard after putting his phone away. “Maybe that means we can cut our contract down to nine months.”

Asshole.

“I’d prefer six if I’m being honest.”

“Even better.” He resumed walking toward his room, and when he neared the entrance, he said over his shoulder, “Don’t bother me unless you’ve changed your mind about this morning.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then go put on a fucking bra.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Grayson

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I said to Laura as she walked into my office, unannounced, like she owned the place.

The smile on her face fucking irritated me.

I couldn’t stand the whole I-told-you-so attitude. We’d hired her for a reason, so of course she was supposed to know how to fix what was happening at Hooked. But she didn’t have to look so goddamn smug while she gloated.

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