Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“More coffee?” His deep voice startles me.
I gasp. How did he sneak up so silently? “No. What do you want from me?”
“A wife.” He sits again. “You’ll be moving here this morning. Like I said, you’ll work for me by day—”
“And fuck you every night?” I hurl the words at him like an accusation.
He’s unfazed by my anger. “Yes. You’ll serve at my pleasure…whatever I decide that is.”
That threat should not make any part of my body clench with desire. God, I have horrible taste in men, and I need to have my head examined. “For how long?”
“Until I’ve had my pound of flesh.”
“If I refuse?” But I already know the answer. He’ll make sure I end up in jail.
Nathan slants me a chiding stare. “Don’t test me. You think I’m ruthless now? You’ve seen nothing yet, baby girl.”
“Are you shitting me?” Jen screeches in my ear. “He’s blackmailing you for revenge?”
Nathan Price isn’t just blackmailing me for revenge. He’s fucking me for it. He intends to marry me for it. “What am I going to do?”
“Have you found your dad?”
“No. He changed his number, moved out of his apartment, switched jobs, shut down his social media accounts… Short of hiring a private investigator, which I don’t have the money for, I don’t know what else to try.”
“And you really broke into your boss’s house?”
“I didn’t know it was his. Dad’s last employer told me that address was where they mailed his final paycheck. When I went there, no one was home. Since I thought my dad was renting the place, it never crossed my mind that anyone else would consider me sneaking in through an unlocked window breaking and entering.”
“If it’s your boss’s place, why would your dad be living there?”
“I’m guessing he’s shacked up with Mr. Price’s ex-wife. Apparently, they’re a ‘thing.’”
Jen laughs. “Mr. Price, really? Izzy, you spent all night fucking the guy, and he’s determined to marry you. But you won’t call him by his first name?”
“Focus,” I hiss into the phone, acutely aware that Nathan won’t stay in the shower all morning. “I don’t know what the hell to do.”
“You’ve already established that you don’t have many options. And honestly, if he rocked your world that much and he’s hot…why not go with the flow?”
“Marry him and let him use me in whatever way he wants so he can backstab my dad at my expense? Capitulating is not like you. What happened to equality? To not having my life controlled by an asshole with a Y chromosome?”
“Normally, I’d vote for that. Totally. But not going to jail trumps that. Besides, you know what Mae West said: ‘Men are like linoleum floors. Lay them right and you can walk all over them for years.’”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“No. Fuck him good a few times, and I’ll bet you can have him eating out of your hand. And if he’s half as good as you say he is, you’ll have a way higher orgasm quotient than you did with Eric.”
“Eating out of my hand? I don’t have your experience. I only kind of know what I’m doing in bed.” And last night, Nathan put out all the effort. I simply had to lie back and feel good.
It’s not lost on me that, when I first woke up, I was trying to figure out how to spend more time in bed with him. But that was before I knew he was my boss and before he was coercing me into putting out until death do us part.
“Told you, you should have taken that blow job class with me. But you chose your dislike of cucumbers over learning a valuable skill.”
“Are you listening to me at all? This man hates me.”
“No. He doesn’t know you. It’s your dad he despises. And honestly, anyone who hates him can’t be all bad.”
“Good people don’t force someone to have sex with them.”
“They don’t. But tell me, are you really going to be able to resist Nathan Price when he drops his clothes, puts his head between your legs, and makes you scream down the ceiling?”
Jen’s words make me blush, both because the visual that accompanies her words is arousing…and because she’s not wrong. “Okay, he’s hot. Having sex with him is hardly a chore. But that doesn’t mean I want to marry him. And what am I if I let this man do whatever he wants to me in bed?”
“A woman without an orgasm deficit?”
“Do you think of anything besides sex?” I huff.
“You’ve known me long enough to answer that question.”
She’s right. Unless it’s new clothes or celebrity gossip, she doesn’t think a lot about much else. Well, except her friends. She is unfailingly loyal. She’s also, despite her seemingly shallow interests, deeply practical. Jen has a huge heart.
Maybe she has a point about my situation. What are my more appealing options? I could quit my job, but then what? I’d be poorer, and I’d still have to put out for a man who’s using me. My first student loan payments are coming due soon, and I need a place to live…