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"I’ll give you a ood direction to take this conversation, but I felt like he’d just punched ut

It was painfully obvious now that he wasn’t joking He was serious as a heart attack He’d walked intomarried--not asked, announced--and then told ht he could buy ht I was a whore

Heat floodedvoice, I said, "How dare you"

"I know you need the ot out because I stepped up and slapped hi his cheek seemed unnaturally loud But maybe face slaps were always that loud I had no idea, because I’d never done it before

His head snapped around He lifted a hand to his cheek and stared at htly parted, his eyes dazed Bewildered, he asked, "What the hell did you do that for?"

What an idiot

I hissed, "I’m not a whore, Jackson Boudreaux Whatever your opinion is of ht here and now You can’t buy me"

"I don’t think you’re a whore! Jesus Christ, hold on a ant ass! I took the catering job because I needed the et sold into prostitution later on!"

"What the fucking hell--"

"You should be ashamed of yourself! What would yourirl to sleep with you?"

"Holy fuck, Bianca!"

"Stop cursing at ht back, "I never said anything about sleeping with laringhard, our hands clenched to fists

"Oh, I see," I said through gritted teeth "You’re gay You need a beard"

Jackson closed his eyes and ay" He opened his eyes "And you know it, because that kiss we had was hotter than the sidewalk in July"

We continued to glare at each other I said, "Your oat with a blowtorch"

"That doesn’t evento do with a goat is just bad hter, but his face stayed straight "You’re right I’ll try it again That kiss was hotter than a housewife reading Fifty Shades of Grey at the Magic Mike premiere"

My lips twitched "Better," I said, and turned my back on him, folded my arms over my chest, and blew out a hard, frustrated breath

He let me settle for a minute, then walked slowly around and stood in front ofway--"

"You think?"

He sighed "Can I just get a word in edgewise, please? Let me say my piece, and then you can send ht position for ood, swift kick in the balls, but now ave hi

"Thank you," he said "Okay A little backstory I have a trust It’sbig"

I rolled , I have a big trust And no, that’s not a metaphor I found out today that to keep my trust and inherit my fortune once my father dies, I need to either work for the faet married By my thirty-fifth birthday" His look turned sheepish "Which is next o work for the co called a dummy, but he restrained himself from whatever smart reo back to Kentucky Never"