Page 27 of The Prince's Game
“You’re hot when you’re pissed, you know that?” Evan said to me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “And, Garrett, I’m really looking forward to you meeting Sarah. I’m guessing she’ll be introducing you to her fist, or worse.”
“Worse,” I told him.
Garrett’s laugh came through the line. “Damn, you’re already in bed with her? A warning would have been appreciated, but also, well done.”
“Definitelyworse.”
“Calm down, sweetheart. I don’t mean any harm. Well, not much anyway.” Garrett’s smooth tones were no doubt perfected over years of turning women down after one-night stands. “Call me back when you’re done bedding her. We’re going to need a provision about mixing business with pleasure.” The line went dead, and Evan slid the phone into his pocket.
“You remember my issue with the word ‘ass’? Well, your lawyer is an ass.”
“You have no idea.” He grinned. “But he makes a fine lawyer and best friend.”
“That’syour best friend? A man who suggests you marry me, knock me up, have a kid with me, and then divorce me? How charming.”
“He’ll grow on you.” He pulled me down for a kiss that seared my insides. “Remind me never to make you angry. As hot as it is, I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that death glare.”
“A good choice.” I didn’t lose my temper easily, but when I did, it wasn’t a pretty picture. I could paint a room red.
“I need to call him back and finish the conversation. Anything monetary requires approval and vetting, so it’s going to be a long night.”
“I’d apologize, but it’s a necessary provision.” Even though I didn’t think about it.Thank you, Rachel.
“It’s smart. I get it; I just need to see if I agree to the terms.” He stood up and stretched. Those dark eyes went to my breasts before my lips. “It’ll be worth it to see you looking like that every night.”
“So this will be our nightly routine?”
“Oh, I hope so.” He pulled on his jacket and folded the tie into his pocket. The shoes were next. I dragged myself out of the comfortable pillows when he was ready to leave so I could check the hallway. He caught me by the hip and placed one long, lingering kiss on my lips before I reached the door.
There was no one in the hallway.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Miss Summers.” He kissed me on the cheek before slipping out into the hallway.
Two months of him joining me every night in bed for a make-out session? Yeah, I could handle that. I just had to keep my emotions in check.
Easier said than done.
14
And Then There Were Fourteen
I signed the contract Sunday night and gave my notice to Stern and Associates yesterday. Greg thought I was joking. It was a testament to how likely a candidate I was to join a reality show.
Evan was out exploring the Louisiana bayous with six of the girls while the rest of us were forced to socialize in the hotel. Tiffany and Lily made for better company, but seeing Amber tromp around in the muck would have been entertaining. Watching her flirt with Evan, however, not so much.
“Who do you think he’ll send home?” Lily asked. The three of us were sitting in the hot tub with a camera stuck in our faces. Joseph informed us this morning that this round would be different. Instead of an elimination ceremony, one woman would be sent home during each date instead. Of the six who followed Evan into the swamp today, five would return.
“One of the brunettes,” I said, guessing. There were three of them.
Lily snorted. “That’s cheating.”
“Well, we know it won’t be Amber.” Tiffany’s blue eyes flashed as she mentioned the southern belle’s name. She and Georgiana weren’t popular amongst the girls. Then again, neither was I thanks to the infamous Bourbon Street kiss. “Hopefully it won’t be Patty. I like her.”
“Me too, but it’s about who he likes.” Lily scrunched her nose. “Which I can’t seem to figure out at all. I don’t know why he’s kept me around when we’ve said all of ten words to each other.”
Tiffany consoled her with a pat on the shoulder. “There are a lot of girls in the same boat. Maybe you’ll be part of the two-on-one date.”
“Oh God, I hope not. That gives me a fifty percent chance of being sent home.”
