Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
It’s a cartoon drawing of her. Enough to make it clear she’s a real person but not obvious enough that someone would know exactly what she looks like.
Dozens of short stories appear beside her name. All part of the same series, Dirty Contract.
A couple of taps later and I’ve bought the first book in the series. I could say I’m supporting a hard-working employee’s dream. But it’s more than that. I’m damn curious about this side of her.
With each page turn, the tightness in my gut grows. Michael, the hero, doesn’t just share my name. He shares my looks, my clothing style, my mannerisms—hell, he even drives the same type of car as me.
It’s like she dropped me into the middle of her story. Worse, Katie sounds exactly like the heroine, Kitty.
I feel like a voyeur, as if I’ve invaded a part of her world that she never meant to show me. It’s almost enough to make me close the story…except that then I read the first sex scene.
It happens after Kitty signs a contract, agreeing to be Michael’s and only his for the duration of the relationship.
As soon as I finish the first book, I buy the second. That’s how I spend my night, reading about Katie’s sexy fantasies and getting more aroused with each passing story.
By Saturday morning, I’ve read every one of the twenty-six installments and fuck if I’m not at a crossroads now. Do I confront Katie? Tell her I know she’s been writing about me, violating me in her mind for the arousal of her readers? Or do I let it go and pretend I don’t know a damn thing about this side of her?
As the limo pulls to a stop in front of Katie’s apartment building, I’ve come to a decision. I’ll bring the topic up with Katie and see where it goes from there.
She lives on the wealthy side of Asheville, the place with high-rise apartments. It’s surprising to me because it doesn’t fit with the image I have of her in my head. Granted most of those images involve her naked.
When I knock on her apartment door, it’s not Katie that answers. It’s a slender blonde wearing a see-through purple negligée and holding a glass of champagne.
Katie never mentioned living with a roommate. Still, I give the woman a smile and ask if Katie is here.
She eyes me with disgust. “What do you want with her?”
Something about the way she phrases the question angers me. “I’m her date for the evening.”
“Oh,” She smooths a hand through her hair and lets the negligee fall off her shoulder. It shifts even lower with one practiced move, revealing a nipple. “Are you her boss?”
I keep my gaze on her face. “Is she here?”
“Mom!” Katie’s startled cry captures my attention. She enters the living room in a fluffy white bathrobe with her hair in a towel. She looks like the total opposite of her mother.
The blush on her face tells me how mortified she is, and she crosses her arms over her ample chest. “You’re early.”
Her mother gives me a saucy wink and puts a hand on my bicep. “I’ll entertain your boss while you finish getting ready.”
Katie looks as horrified by the suggestion as I feel at the thought of spending a few minutes alone with this woman.
I peel her fingers from my suitcoat and give Katie a tight smile. “Actually, I’ll be in the limo downstairs. I’ll see you when you’re ready.”
I’m only waiting for ten minutes before Katie joins me in the limo. Her face is still stained with that blush that I normally find adorable. But knowing it’s because her mom humiliated her, the sight fills me with anger.
She slides into the seat beside me and twists her hands together. “Mr. Morgan, I’m sorry if my mom did or said anything inappropriate.”
Something tells me this is not the first time that she’s apologized for her mother’s behavior. “It’s not your fault.”
For a second, her eyes fill with moisture. Then she blinks, and it’s gone. In her business-as-usual tone, she says, “I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. What made you arrive so early?”
4
KATIE
When I saw my mom talking to Michael, all I could think about was Brent. He was my first real boyfriend. We were in the same classes in college and when he asked me out, I thought he liked me.
After years of being tormented and bullied in high school for being the daughter of a beautiful model, it felt like my luck was changing. Maybe he could see something in me that everyone else had overlooked. I was finally worthy of someone’s attention.
We’d been dating for two years when I came home to find him in bed with my mom.
He insisted it wasn’t a big deal. “When you get a chance to bang a supermodel, even an old one, I mean…between her and you, can you blame me?”