Page 24 of Ex-SEAL Bad Boy

The few negative articles I found generally related to his hardball business tactic, but that, too, was to be expected.

I’m pretty sure the idea of spending time as Ethan’s faux wife is coloring my judgment.

What does that even look like?

I’m sure his parents had been informed that, “that Delgado girl,” as I imagine they would refer to me, was now in on their plan.

With their WASPy sensibilities, they probably would be enraged if their blue-blooded son really did marry someone with a Hispanic last name, even though most traces of that heritage go very far back.

I imagine I’ll have to present myself as Mrs. Blackwood, at least to the young woman. Presumably, we’d have to meet her in person.

I wonder if I could marry a guy like Ethan?

He has demonstrated he is capable of honesty and affection, but how far does that extend, and how long will it last?

I’m sure all his ex-girlfriends thought he was sweet at some point, too; otherwise, why go out with him?

Just like Dax, I don’t want to make that mistake again.

It’s way too early to be thinking about such a thing anyway.

I think about what I might do with the money I earn.

I don’t know how much that might be, but Ethan hinted that it might be over six figures.

Naturally, I’d never thought about having that kind of money, at least not all at once. Sure, once I’d built my career, maybe I’d earn that in a year, but now?

My parents will also be curious as to where I had come into that kind of money and will be none too happy if they learn it came from the Blackwoods. They don’t trust that family either.

I’ll have to be able to tell them the story. Maybe it will be OK.

If nothing else, I might get my own apartment or a little cottage in town. I love my parents, but when you’re twenty-two, they cramp your style.

I wrap my robe around me and head back to the house to prepare for work.

My thoughts rush back to last night.

Even if he was a lousy lover, which he’s not, he gets an A+ for imagination. Who knew a violin bow could be used as a sex toy?

I run one hand over my breast, reveling in the sensation. A wicked smile comes to my lips, but I realize I must get moving. I have to get to work.

As I turn on the shower, I wonder if, at some point, Ethan might be able to begin to erase his family’s reputation. I’m not sure if he’ll even try—once he takes control of the family business.

Money can change people, and I’m not convinced he’s really changed.

Once he has complete control of everything, he might be unable to resist using the incredible power to enrich himself even further—or do even worse.

Enough!

I’m filling my head with all these preconceived notions about what Ethan is really like or what might happen in the future.

That’s not fair to either one of us.

I step into the shower, and as the warm water cascades over my body, I give in to temptation, allowing my hand to wander down to my sex, my finger flicking over my clit, imagining it’s Ethan doing it.

I can feel every nerve in my body stimulated by the rushing of water and the attention of my hand.

The other hand finds my breast, playing with my nipple, pretending it’s the strings of the bow he used so skillfully.

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