Page 92 of Double or Nothing

Chapter 41

Kat

“Well, well, well,” Callum’s voice rings out as he enters my office, loud, boastful, and ready to gloat.

He’s won, he knows it, and now he’s here to collect.

I can’t even try to hide it. Even I can see the change in my face, the sexed-up, satisfied look. Though I do my best to keep my smile at bay.

“May I help you?” I ask innocently, pretending I don’t know what he’s here for. The money I owe him is already in the top drawer of my desk.

“How was your trip?”

“Oh, that? It was okay. Just a business trip,” I say, very blasé.

“Just business, huh? The vertical kind?”

“Sutton and I ironed out some details. Did you know the Sapphire offered him a residency?”

“Really? So, what, he would move back? Or just commute from New York?”

“Oh, he would need to move here.”

Callum moves around my office until he’s standing behind me. His hands rest on my shoulders as he lowers his head.

“And did you help Jack… seal the deal?”

“In a manner of speaking. You know what Jack says. What the client wants, the client gets.”

“Ha!” Callum claps his hands together. “I knew it. You are so predictable.”

“Now, Callum, let’s not jump to conclusions. I said I gave him what he wanted. I didn’t say I had sex with him.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What did he want besides your sweet, delectable—”

Jumping out of my seat, I swat his arm. His words are brazen and unexpected, and if Sutton was to hear them, Callum would be dead.

“Callum.”

“What?” He runs away from me. “It’s true. I should know.”

“Uh, please never say that again. If Sutton hears you? He’ll kill you. And I’ll let him.”

“Then hand over the cash, Kitty Kat,” Callum teases. “We both know exactly what your rock star wants and that you gave it to him. Repeatedly.”

“Fine, here,” I say as I hand him the wad of hundred-dollar bills from my desk. “Happy now?”

“The question is, are you?” Callum’s smirk turns to a concerned smile.

“I am. I’m happy… and scared.”

“That’s to be expected, but I’m sure it will ease with time. You just have to open up. Give him a chance. If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

“Really? More advice from the eternal bachelor?”

“No, more advice from your friend. The one who knows what this asshole means to you, although he is just that—an asshole.”

“He’s not… not really. He’s been through a lot. And as you damn well know, we don’t always do the right thing when we feel cornered.”

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