“whore,” out of the way and finished with “…whatever you want me to be forever. There has to be some limits.”
He crooked his head to the side as if this entire conversation was boring him. “Name your terms.”
“I have plans for the spring, plans that don’t include working for you. So I can only stay until then.”
He shrugged. “Fine. I plan to be back in L.A. by then anyway. Once I get my sight back…”
She finished the sentence for him. “You won’t need me anymore. You’ll go back to Los Angeles and your groupies, and everything will be back to the way it was before, just the way you like it.”
“So it’s a deal.”
She gulped, trying her best not to think about her mother. “Yeah, I guess it is. When do I—I mean, um, we—start?”
There was a moment of crackling silence. Then he answered, “Now.” And his lips came crashing down on hers.
CHAPTER 10
HE HADN’T EXPECTED HER TO SAY YES. Of all the ways he had thought she might respond to his proposal, pitched half out of frustrated anger and half out of desperate need, the last one would have been yes.
But when he offered her one hundred times her current salary, she had gone quiet, so quiet, all he could hear were the last drips of water falling from the showerhead and the winter wind roaring outside the bathroom window. Then there was another sound, her shoes squeaking against the tile floor as she turned back to face him.
He braced himself then, thinking she’d say something derisive or maybe even slap him, but she’d hadn’t done either and though she hadn’t actually left the bathroom, her voice sounded faraway when she asked, “Are you serious?”
He had to hold on to himself very tightly, freeze himself to the spot in order to fight the impulse to close the space between them and take her into his arms. Just the hint that she might be open to sharing a bed with him….
But he realized what a fragile thing this possible agreement was, so though he got as close to her as possible, he kept himself from actually reaching out and touching her as he answered her next few questions. He forced himself not to laugh when she asked if he was sure he could afford it.
The truth was, not only could he afford it, he would have paid twice what he was offering if she had even hinted that was what it would take—that was how desperate he was to have her.
Part of him realized how weak this was, that he, Beau Prescott, one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL was offering a woman money to be with him. Not out of convenience, but because that was the only way he could have her.
But the other part of him didn’t give a damn. If money was the only way he could get Josie and end the torment of having her so close without being able to touch her, then that was what he’d do without hesitation or conscience.
Still, he must have had some pride left because when she said she was only willing to stay until spring, he shrugged it off, and said. “Fine. I plan to be back in L.A. by then anyway. Once I get my sight back…”
“You won’t have any need of me. You’ll go back to L.A. and your groupies, and everything will be back to just the way you like it,” she concluded.
His offer was more than that of bored rich guy, but he had no intention of letting her know about his ongoing obsession with her.
“When do I—I mean, um, we—start?”
A gentleman would have given her some time to adjust to the thought of becoming his paramour. Beau was no fucking gentleman.
“Now,” he practically growled, before doing what he had been dying to do since she came back into his life a week ago. Kiss her. Kiss her like the man he was now, in order to satisfy the boy he had been back then.
JOSIE WAS COMPLETELY TAKEN ABACK BY THAT KISS. From what she’d seen in the tabloids over the years, Beau had been with countless women, all prettier and way more famous than she was. She’d expected him to be all smooth swagger, to take her back to
He crooked his head to the side as if this entire conversation was boring him. “Name your terms.”
“I have plans for the spring, plans that don’t include working for you. So I can only stay until then.”
He shrugged. “Fine. I plan to be back in L.A. by then anyway. Once I get my sight back…”
She finished the sentence for him. “You won’t need me anymore. You’ll go back to Los Angeles and your groupies, and everything will be back to the way it was before, just the way you like it.”
“So it’s a deal.”
She gulped, trying her best not to think about her mother. “Yeah, I guess it is. When do I—I mean, um, we—start?”
There was a moment of crackling silence. Then he answered, “Now.” And his lips came crashing down on hers.
CHAPTER 10
HE HADN’T EXPECTED HER TO SAY YES. Of all the ways he had thought she might respond to his proposal, pitched half out of frustrated anger and half out of desperate need, the last one would have been yes.
But when he offered her one hundred times her current salary, she had gone quiet, so quiet, all he could hear were the last drips of water falling from the showerhead and the winter wind roaring outside the bathroom window. Then there was another sound, her shoes squeaking against the tile floor as she turned back to face him.
He braced himself then, thinking she’d say something derisive or maybe even slap him, but she’d hadn’t done either and though she hadn’t actually left the bathroom, her voice sounded faraway when she asked, “Are you serious?”
He had to hold on to himself very tightly, freeze himself to the spot in order to fight the impulse to close the space between them and take her into his arms. Just the hint that she might be open to sharing a bed with him….
But he realized what a fragile thing this possible agreement was, so though he got as close to her as possible, he kept himself from actually reaching out and touching her as he answered her next few questions. He forced himself not to laugh when she asked if he was sure he could afford it.
The truth was, not only could he afford it, he would have paid twice what he was offering if she had even hinted that was what it would take—that was how desperate he was to have her.
Part of him realized how weak this was, that he, Beau Prescott, one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL was offering a woman money to be with him. Not out of convenience, but because that was the only way he could have her.
But the other part of him didn’t give a damn. If money was the only way he could get Josie and end the torment of having her so close without being able to touch her, then that was what he’d do without hesitation or conscience.
Still, he must have had some pride left because when she said she was only willing to stay until spring, he shrugged it off, and said. “Fine. I plan to be back in L.A. by then anyway. Once I get my sight back…”
“You won’t have any need of me. You’ll go back to L.A. and your groupies, and everything will be back to just the way you like it,” she concluded.
His offer was more than that of bored rich guy, but he had no intention of letting her know about his ongoing obsession with her.
“When do I—I mean, um, we—start?”
A gentleman would have given her some time to adjust to the thought of becoming his paramour. Beau was no fucking gentleman.
“Now,” he practically growled, before doing what he had been dying to do since she came back into his life a week ago. Kiss her. Kiss her like the man he was now, in order to satisfy the boy he had been back then.
JOSIE WAS COMPLETELY TAKEN ABACK BY THAT KISS. From what she’d seen in the tabloids over the years, Beau had been with countless women, all prettier and way more famous than she was. She’d expected him to be all smooth swagger, to take her back to
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