Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
He took my face in his hands. “Look, all you need to know is that I hired you because you were a sexy little liar, and you were willing to say whatever it took to get my attention. What better qualifications should a publicist have?”
“I was not trying to get your attention.”
He laughed. “Yes, you were. You were trying to get in my pants.”
“Oh. My. God. I was not.” My face turned fourteen shades of crimson.
Kage slid his tongue between my lips and pulled away again. “You would have gotten on your knees right there in the backstage area of Phillips Arena. You would have bent over that buffet table and let me take your ass right there in front of those reporters. They couldn’t stand you, by the way.”
“I know very well how much they hated me. However, I think you must be confusing me with someone else who would have let you bend them over. That was definitely not me.”
“Yes, it was. You may not want to admit it, but even then you were looking at me like you wanted to eat me. You would have swallowed my cock right then and begged for seconds.”
And then reality hit me right in the face. “You hired me because you wanted to fuck me.”
One of those sexy cat grins stretched across his handsome face. “It may have crossed my mind.”
“I feel so used. So cheap.” I was only teasing. I think he knew that, but maybe he didn’t.
“Tell you what,” he said, hopping off my lap and leaving me with an unsatisfied boner I’d hoped he would help me take care of. “I don’t want you to feel like I hired you for sex, because I assure you that is far from the truth. So I’m gonna let you do your job during working hours, and then you can choose whether or not you want to spend personal time with me during off hours. Okay?”
I groaned and made an obvious adjustment to my pants. “Damn, I need to learn to think before I speak. I really don’t think that’s necessary, do you? I mean, we’re both big boys. We can handle it.”
Kage smiled indulgently. “I want to, believe me. But I think you need to at least go to your apartment and sleep on it. I’m the one with something to lose here, so…”
His weighted words hit home, and suddenly I thought I understood. Kage was in a precarious position where a potential sexual relationship with me was concerned. For one thing, he was paying me. And for another, he was on his way to becoming a celebrity. If things went sour, or if I changed my mind because I felt pressured, it was his reputation on the line. He wanted me, but he was being careful, and I had to respect that.
On my way out the door, something occurred to me, and I looked back over my shoulder. “Hey, I thought your uncle was supposed to be some hard-ass businessman. How did you talk him into hiring an intern with no experience?”
He grinned. “I told him I wouldn’t fight anymore.”
17
IT WAS nearly impossible to get settled into my room that night. For one thing, I was a little bit angry. What was this business Kage had come up with about sleeping on it? I was also still shaken by the way he’d acted in the restaurant.
For a few minutes, it was as if he’d flipped into a different personality. His alter-ego. His Bizarro self.
I tried to busy myself with uploading the pictures I’d take of him over the last several days. I put them on his website, then shared them on his social profiles. While I was messing around with his online presence, I noticed there were messages for him on a couple of sites.
Crap. I hadn’t thought of that. Who was going to answer his messages? Me?
I downloaded the corresponding apps to my phone so that I could receive notifications when he got private messages. That was at least a start. But that got me thinking about the scope of the job I was carving out for myself, in essence creating from scratch. It was becoming much larger than I’d anticipated, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be possible to cleanly extract myself from it at the end of the summer.
Then of course that made me think of leaving Kage. Fuck. How had this all gotten so complicated so fast? And why was Kage waffling when it came to our personal relationship? I mean, he’d basically seduced me then sent me away to second-guess things. Or maybe he was the one who was second-guessing.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
Yeah, I understood that he had to be careful, but he had been the one pawing all over me at the front desk, kissing me at yet another front desk, and discussing my penis size with a very talkative Alcazar employee. He was contradicting himself.