“Not unless you’re flexible enough to suck your own cock.”
I roll my eyes.
He flashes me a row of white teeth. “You can jack off as much as you want.”
I glare at him.
It’s not like I have an issue with jerking off. I love stroking my cock. The problem is, I’ve never gone that long without sex.
My mind is spinning.
“You’re not man enough, Christensen?” he asks.
It’s going to take me a few weeks to find a new publicist, so keeping it zipped up is a good idea. Not to mention, he damn well knows I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
His triumphant grin grows wider.
Fucker. No way am I letting you have the upper hand.
“I can live without pussy for a month!” I think. “You’re on!”
“Good! Let’s shake on it.”
And we do.
“Just so you know, I’m not worried,” he says, his hand still in mine. “That bike will remain in my secure storage facility where it belongs.”
I laugh. “I wouldn’t count my chickens—”
There’s a knock at the door.
My gaze moves away from Rhys’s face. “Come in!”
Valerie pokes her head in.
Her features are tense. Somber, even.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Yeah, what’s going on?” Rhys asks.
“Sorry to interrupt, but something else came up,” Valerie says. “There’s a life-and-death situation you need to be aware of.”
Good Lord.
What a morning.
Chapter 2
Arianne
‘GLACH TECH BOASTS ANOTHER EYE-POPPING RECORD QUARTER.’
The photo of the man smiling above the caption, ‘CEO EXTRAORDINAIRE’, makes me want to poke my eyes out with a fork.
More like CEO douchebag.
As I keep scrolling through the article, I can’t help but shake my head.