I shake my head. “Count me out.” Is that why the application asked questions regarding safe words and hard limits? That’s one thing I hate about the situation I have found myself in—Titan knows what I prefer when it comes to doing this job. I didn’t say I’d fuck any guy, but I filled in the box that I’d be open-minded.
“Really? I think it sounds like fun.” Jasmine smiles.
“You would.” I chuckle.
“When you’ve been fed vanilla all your life, rocky road sounds pretty damn delicious.” She wiggles her dark eyebrows.
I roll my eyes. I know damn well that that woman prefers the kinkier kind of sex rather than vanilla.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TITAN
I’M SITTING INmy office when my cell goes off with an email. I open it up to see three attachments. They’re of Emilee.
The first one has her in a red one-piece bathing suit. She stands in front of an all-white backdrop with her hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side and a smile on her face. She looks happy, almost excited.
My cock has been hard ever since she left my office earlier. I have wanted her for too long. I’ve been telling myself I was over it, but obviously, I wasn’t.
I’ve been sitting here imagining her walking back in and stripping naked for me again, lying on my desk, her legs spread wide with my head between her thighs. And now here she is in a bathing suit. But it’s not for me. No, it’s for other men. Ones who will pay for a touch. A kiss. A fuck. How far will she let them go? I guess that depends on how much money they offer her.
And it’s not like I care. She’s not mine. Never has been and sure as hell isn’t now.
My door swings open, and Bones enters. I never see him this much in a week, let alone in the same day. He must be restless. He walks over to my desk, picks up the remote, and presses the button to close my curtains.
I exit out of my emails and sit back in my seat. “If I haven’t seen you out in the daylight, I would swear you are allergic to the sun.”
He drops the remote and falls into the seat across from me and runs a hand down his face. “I was just informed that George boarded a private jet for Paris.”
“Wonder why Paris?”
He shrugs. “He’ll come back. He has unfinished business.”
“Emilee.”
“Her mother.” He places his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “I did a little research. Divorce papers were filed two years ago between Nick and his wife. But that’s not all I found.”
I hold my hands out wide, gesturing for him to tell me. I’m not one for guessing games.
“Marriage license.”
I frown. “They married a second time?”
He shakes his head. “George and Nancy married. Three months ago.”
I run a hand down my face. “That doesn’t add up. Emilee told us he was blackmailing her for sex in order to pay for her mother’s health care. If he’s her wife, then he’s got her under his policy.”
“He lied to her.” He agrees.
“But why?”
He shrugs. “As bad as this sounds, he could have forced his way onto her, but he wanted her to give it up willingly. Why?”
“Lawsuit?” I offer. “Consensual sex with his stepdaughter is a much better headline than girl cries rape.”
“True.” He sits back. “Maybe we’re thinking of this the wrong way.”
“What do you mean?”
