Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You must not know your best friend that well…”
“She’s allergic to parmesan, prefers to read books or watch anime on weekends instead of partying, and she’s always willing to stay up for hours and talk about anything.”
“I’m well aware of these things, Penelope.”
“How?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Because my assistant made a list of things for me to memorize.” I caught myself. “I’m a fast learner.”
“Or you’re acting like you know everything as usual.” She waved off my veiled excuse. “Take these additional notes, and please don’t be an asshole, Travis.”
“I won’t be.” I tucked her little book into my pocket. “Can you kindly ask my fiancée to get out of the car now?”
“Yes.” She hugged me before walking away.
Seconds later, the top of a dark grey umbrella emerged, and Tatiana stepped out wearing a matching dress that clung to her curves. Her red stilettos hit the pavement, and my cock stiffened as she moved closer.
I gestured for her to walk past me and up the plane’s steps, but she suddenly stalled.
“Is there a problem, Miss Brave?”
“Yes.”
“Care to tell me what it is?”
“There’s an issue with the email version of our contract,” she said. “There’s a typo that needs to be fixed before I can step aboard.”
“We’ll fix it when we land in Vegas.” I looked at my watch. “Get on the plane.”
“No.” She handed me her phone. “We need to fix it now. It’s the fourth line in the sixth paragraph.”
I scrolled to the line in question.
Miss Brave is willing to engage in sexual activity with Mr. Carter.
“Okay. What’s the problem?” I asked.
“There should be a ‘not’ before the word willing.”
“Is that how you really feel?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t I believe that?”
“Because you still think every woman on this planet wants to sleep with you.”
“Only the ones with good taste.”
“Seriously?”
I waved goodbye at Penelope as the town car reversed, then lowered my voice.
“You haven’t thought about being in my bed again since we broke up?” I asked.
“You can easily insert the necessary word into our contract without talking to me, Mr. Carter.”
“Answer the question.”
“We weren’t technically together for that long, Travis,” I said. “You weren’t mine, and I wasn’t yours.”
“Your body was.”
She sucked in a short breath. “Mr. Carter, I would appreciate it if you fixed the typo and kept things strictly professional from here on out.”
I said nothing.
I just stared at her, in utter awe that she was still the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. That to this day, no other woman came close.
“Hello?” She waved her hand in front of my face. “Hello?”
“Hi.”
“A certain someone I knew in the past was very particular about ironing every word in his contracts,” she said. “I’m sure he would be highly disappointed if I didn’t do the same.”
“There’s a major difference between those contracts and this one,” I said. “But you’re right. I’ll fix it. Anything else?”
“I would like to cover some of my own personal expenses with the advance payment.”
I arched an eyebrow, confused. “Why is that?”
“I don’t want to owe you anything else in the future.”
“Fine.” I returned her phone and pulled out my own, taking a few seconds to make the corrections. “I’ve resent it. You can get on the plane now.”
“I need to check the deal first.”
“Is one typo worth four million dollars?”
“It is if I don’t trust you.”
“Miss Brave—” I looked her up and down. “I need the next ninety days to go as smoothly as possible.”
“Then stop holding up the progress.”
“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
“Nothing about us has ever been easy.” She sighed and turned away, moving up the staircase.
I followed, and the flight attendant shut the door behind us.
As she settled into a seat next to Madeline, she glanced at her phone, and her eyes widened.
“Let me off this plane right now.” She seethed. “Right the hell now.”
“We’re good to go, Captain Bryan.” I smiled and signaled to my pilot. “Please prepare for takeoff…”
ELEVEN
PRESENT DAY
TATIANA
Amended Correction Per Miss Brave:
Miss Brave is NOT willing to engage in sexual activity with Mr. Carter.
(This is quite unfortunate because it’s clear that whoever she’s been with over the past few years hasn’t been getting the job done.)
Mr. Carter IS willing to engage in sexual activity with Miss Brave (at any time) over the next ninety days whenever she wants it.
TWELVE
PRESENT DAY
TATIANA
Las Vegas, Nevada
Sin City seduced me into its world at sunset, mesmerizing my eyes with mile after mile of bright flashing lights.
As we descended, “The Punisher” eyed me from the billboards that guarded the highway, tossed a cocky grin my way from the outdoor digital screens, and welcomed me with a smirk from the “Don’t Ever Bet Against Me” murals that stood all over the city.
A black binder lay open in my lap, its pages filled with “Facts About Mr. Carter” that I already knew. Under a yellow-tabbed section labeled “Memorize by Wednesday” was a novelized version of our relationship that read like a sugary sweet romance.