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Break the rules, pay the forfeit...
Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out of 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …
There were three reasons Cat Latham hated Brent Mulholland. One; he’d once made her beg, practically plead, for his big, hard cock, and she never begged for anything. Two; he’d never offered to do it again, which made her just another notch on his no doubt badly scarred bedpost – and she was nobody’s “just another notch”. Even if she knew it had been a horrendous on the rebound kind of mistake. Even if she’d sworn to herself she wouldn’t do it again. Even if she’d given him the best “don’t touch me” look she could muster the next day. She still hated him for not being bothered. Oh yes, and three. Worst of all, number three; the one that made everything ten times worse. He was her boss.
Which, in her book, were three damned good reasons for trying to steer clear of him; something she’d managed to do quite well since that night she’d been practically welded to his body, two long, tortuous weeks ago. She swallowed hard; just thinking about it was sending a rush of heat to her face, and not just her face if she was honest. Her whole body was one hot flush every time she thought about what he’d done to her. And what she’d done back.
Not that he’d made avoidance difficult; he’d never made a move on her again, but it had been a special kind of torture seeing him every day. Her whole body just jumped to attention, sensing his presence the second he walked in the room. That enticing all-male smell would tantalize her as he stepped closer, making her greedy, and she just had to look. Just had to devour that strong, hard body with her eyes and hope he didn’t notice.
Except she had a horrible feeling he knew. And that made it worse; which was part of the reason she was leaving. The other part being that, much as she loved her job, her salary just wasn’t enough to cover the basics since first her ex, then her best mate, had shown her the door. She had to find a new door. And they didn’t come cheap.
She’d thought that dropping the resignation letter in his in-tray would work just fine, he’d had her, moved on, so what did he care? Then she’d got the summons. Which rather screwed things up, because a one-to-one interview with Brent was the last thing she needed right now.