Page 24 of Fakers with Benefits

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re gonna pay me over a hundred and fifty grand to be your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“How many events are we talking?”

“A minimum of two per week, but no more than four.”

“That’s…” He looked at the ceiling, calculating. “That’s an extra ten grand, minimum.”

I refrained from correcting his math. “What do you say?”

“I say I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t believe me,” I echoed.

“Why would you pay me that much money to be arm candy? There has to be more to it.”

“There does?”

“Obviously.”

“I already told you sex isn’t part of this.”

“You say that, but we both know that’s just to cover your ass.”

“When I make a promise, I mean it. I’m hiring you as a service provider to play a part. I have never, and will never, pay for sex.” I met his gaze and held it.

He swallowed hard, his blue eyes rounding out. “This… Is. A lot.”

“I understand. I don’t expect an answer now. I have a contract for you to look over that has all the details laid out so you can make an informed decision.” I pulled a packet of papers out of my desk drawer and handed it to him.

He scanned the first page. “I don’t speak legalese. Can I show it to Quinn? He understands this kind of stuff.”

“You can have him look over it, but you’ll both need to sign NDAs first.”

“Why?”

“Because of how sensitive this information is. Again, I need full discretion.”

“You’ll have to talk to Quinn. I can’t make that decision for him. But I’ll sign if he does.”

Picking up my phone, I called Vlado.

“Yeah?”

“Can you send our other guest in?”

“You got it.”

A moment later the door opened and Quinn came in.

“Everything okay?” he asked Nick.

“Yeah. I think?” He waved the contract as Quinn approached. “I need help with this, but we both have to sign NDAs.”

Quinn put his hand on Nick’s shoulder and squeezed. My stomach soured at the casual, easy show of affection.

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