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"Make the bitch wait," called the familiar voice from the other side. "Can I come in?"
Suddenly flustered, he looked around his bedroom, dismayed to see a week's worth of magazines and newspapers piled in one corner of the room. The weights and jump rope sitting in the other corner weren't going to move into his closet by themselves, either. Wait. It's only Cassie. Why am I freaking out like this? "Yeah. Come on in."
She poked her head through the door. He was amazed at how good she looked. She'd sheared off half her hair months ago, right before Linda's departure, and had never grown it back out. Though he'd never been much of a fan of women with short hair, the slick cut really worked for her. Cassie Prescott looked more stunning than ever.
"Hey, hot stuff," she said. The white sundress she wore looked great against the bronze of her skin, and her legs seemed extra long in the sexy ivory mules that showed off her freshly pedicured toes. Hot pink. "You have a minute?"
"Not really," he lied, tearing his eyes away from her. "And how the hell did you get in here, anyway?"
Her gaze was trained on his bare chest as she spoke, and he thought he detected a bit of a blush spreading across her pretty face. "I still have a key, remember? Linda gave it to me years ago. How else do you think I used to get in to watch TV in the guest bedroom?"
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I haven't seen you use it since Linda moved to California."
"Never had a reason to until now." She shrugged. "Do you want me to give it back?"
"What I really want is for you to tell me why you're here. And don't give me any bull about wanting to chill withold friends."
Her eyes narrowed as she moved toward him. She scanned the room briefly, but soon, she was staring at him in that disconcerting way she had. She plopped down beside him. "What can I do to get you to change your mind, Nathan?"
"Nothing." Her fragrance was driving him crazy. It was a blending of natural scents--lavender, apple, and maybe honey--wafting off her hair and body. Angered by her closeness, he was forced to remember how good it had felt to be enveloped in that smell. "There's nothing you can say or do to change my mind."
"I don't believe that." She gazed unflinchingly into his eyes and smiled--a calculating smile if he ever saw one. "In fact, old friend, I've thought of a way to sweeten the deal for both of us."
Something in her tone made his blood rush into his cock. He recognized the throaty rasp of it; his traitorous flesh did, too. When Cassie put on that voice, it meant she was playing hardball. Nathan grinned. He'd play harder.
"Oh yeah? Sweeten it even more than ten grand? How you gonna do that, gorgeous?"
She smiled at him and absently ran her hand over his chest. A manipulative gesture to be sure. But that didn't stop his nipples from hardening. "If you agree to be my husband, not only will I give you ten percent of my inheritance, but I'll also allow you conjugal visits."
He was floored--truly and fully shocked by this development. He looked at her with what he hoped was distaste, but his heart was racing so badly that he was barely able to muster a look of mild annoyance. "You're unbelievable, Cassie."
"I know," she said, arrogant as ever. "And if I recall correctly, we played pretty well together."
"Ain't that the truth," he muttered, before he'd stopped to think.
Her hand rubbed at one of his hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp inhalation of breath from him. "So ... I figured we could have sex a couple of nights a week, if you'd like. We're both single. We might as well have some fun."
"Fun indeed." He pulled away, and stood. "You think a lot of yourself, don't you? Or maybe the problem is that you think so little of me?"
"What are you going on about now, Nathan? I thought you'd like the idea--"
"What? The idea of you screwing me for money? Oh hell, Cassie, I love it! It warms my heart, ya know. Makes this guy feel really wanted."
"Screwing you for money? Are you calling me a whore?" Her eyes flashed dangerously, and a faint vein above her temple throbbed.
"What the hell else would you call it? I tried for months to get you to go out with me; I even wrote you letters when you went away to college!" He paced in front of her, growing strangely satisfied at the look of utter horror on her face. "You never gave me the time of day. Not once did you return any of my letters or phone calls, damn it. But now that there's money involved, I guess that's all about to change, huh?"
Her lips trembled. "Why do you keep bringing up the past? I explained why you and I could never work out."
He stopped his pacing and stood in front of her. Bending down to peer into her oval-shaped face, he spat, "An excuse--not an explanation. They're different, Cassie!"
She drew away from him, her face a mask of displeasure. "Not everyone can be as noble and upstanding as you," she said through a whisper. "Some of us have to fight to get the things we want. I'm a fighter, Nathan. And since life isn't fair, I'm not afraid to fight dirty." She stood, eyeing him up and down. "You should try it sometime."
Rage. It drew him into a hot embrace, enveloping his nerve endings, and blinding him to all rational thought. "You wanna see dirty, Cassie?"
"Yeah," she said, her teeth clenched. "Impress me, stud."
He placed his large hands around her tiny throat, softly caressing the feminine line of her collarbone. His voice dangerously low, Nathan decided to show the pretty little con how filthy a desperate man could be. It was an obsessive desperation that drove his decision to turn the tables on her. "Fine, Cassie. I'll marry you. I'll do it for the money. And also for the pleasure of having your fine ass pressed against me every night."
She wrenched away from him as if she'd been slapped. "I said a couple of nights a week, Nathan--and only on nights I agree to!"
"Little girl, you'll give me sex whenever I want it. If that means every hour on the goddamn hour, you'll do it. And like it."
She knocked him out of her way as she stalked past him, but not before her citrine-accented eyes had burned into him. "You're crazy if you think that I'm going to be your blowup doll, Nathan Warner!"
"But isn't that what you were offering?" He walked around the queen-size bed to head her off before she could make it to the door. "I heard you, baby. You offered me conjugal visits--"
"On my terms!"
"If you want your precious money, then you'll agree to my terms." He smiled and ran a finger down a toned, brown arm--his grin only broadening when she flinched away. "If you're going to put your ass on the auction block, Cassie, then you'll have to accept the consequences. I'm willing to give you what you want, what you need, but you're going to have to reciprocate. If I agree to help you get the money, then you'll have to agree to anything I say."
She swore herself blue, causing him to chuckle. He watched in amazement as her fist opened and closed against the filmy fabric of her dress, and with a start, he realized that the sunlight streaming through his window illuminated her breasts beautifully.
"You've always been a wiseass, Nathan. But I never figured you for cruel." Her voice sounded tiny.
"I'm only cruel when cornered; you know that." He raised his hand to stroke her face, but quickly stopped himself. She looked at him like she'd never seen him before, and despite his power play, he felt his knees weaken. "Take it or leave it, sweetheart. If you want me, then you get all of me."
She glared stonily at him. "Fine. I'll call you in a few days to make the arrangements. We'll get the license and head over to the municipal building to make it official."
"That sounds great," he snarled, getting a kick out of her discomfort. Why should he be the only one to suffer? Besides, she was really working the hell out of that sundress. Nathan lashed out with one muscular arm and dragged her body against him. "Why wait till after the nuptials, sweetheart? How about a taste now?"
"You have got to be kidding me!" she shrieked. "You get none of me until the justice of the peace says we're legal." Though the lady protested a great deal, her skin felt hot against his flesh. Her full, supple lips parted as she exhaled quick, panicky breaths.
Nathan couldn't help himself. Planting his hand against her firm ass, he anchored her body to him, lifting her off the floor. Searing her lips with a kiss that secured his ownership of her, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned. He groaned in response.
Just as his reluctant fiancée pressed her hands into his hair, he set her back to the floor. "Maybe you're right, Cassie. It'd be kind of ... odd for us to hook up before the wedding." Stepping back, he glared at her, appraising his handiwork. She looked stunned. And hot as hell.
Her hand shook as she grabbed her handbag and left the room.
Nathan smirked. She couldn't have moved faster had she sprouted wings.
Posted April 5, 2012
I was very convinced that this was written by a gay man who didn't like women. Cassie was selfish, self serving, childish and spoiled rotten. Nathan was a wimp and weak. The gay guy was the only one who seem to have it together. I wouldn't purchase this if I were you. Too bad I can't get my money back.
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Posted March 10, 2012
I absolutely loved this book. The book is about Cassie and Nathan who had sex when they were younger. They remained friends even though nathan think cassie is maniplutive and selfish and is always asking him for favors without any consideration for his feelings. Things changed when Nathan decided he no longer wants to be used.
This book was entertaining from start to end. I had moments when I'm laughing out loud because of Cassie's antics. I would recommend this book to my friends.
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Posted August 13, 2011
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