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He also knew she had an irrational hatred of Brad Pitt because he reminded her of her junior prom date, a guy who’d apparently not taken her refusal to give him a second date well and had told the entire football team she’d blown him in his car after the dance. Somehow, after that, every girl in school had received a copy of a very real looking (but very fake) report from a free clinic with the positive results of the douchebag’s herpes test. He’d apparently spent his senior year dateless and friendless.
He told her about his one long-term relationship and how she’d dumped him during his trial. Tenley had been appropriately outraged on his behalf, but in all honestly, he didn’t blame Rebecca for leaving him. What young woman would want to tie herself to a prison-bound embezzler? Loyalty only went so far. Especially since he now realized his feelings for her had been fairly superficial, and hers probably hadn’t been any deeper.
He had Tenley to thank for that knowledge. He’d only known her for a few days and he already had deeper feelings for her than he’d ever had for Rebecca.
But that was definitely a conversation for another day. He’d only just convinced Tenley to extend their relationship beyond a con. If he pushed her any harder, he might scare her off forever.
So, for now, he’d settle for great conversation, mind blowing sex, and the best company he’d ever had.
Tenley shifted in his arms so that she could look up at him. “Should we talk about tonight?”
He shrugged and kissed her forehead. “It’ll be a stuffy dinner with stuffy assholes who don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. What’s there to talk about?”
She patted his cheek gently and smirked at him. “Oh, you sweet summer child. Thadeus is clearly upset that you met the conditions of your father’s will. This dinner is meant to trip you up somehow. I guarantee it. We need a plan.”
“I’m getting the trust, and I’m leaving. What could he possibly trip me up on? And honestly, he has plenty of money. Why would he care about one little trust?”
“There’s nothing little about twenty million dollars. You heard what Natty said about his gambling, his boats, and his car collection, too. He doesn’t live on the cheap. He might need that money. But honestly, it might not even have anything to do with the trust. He might be more concerned about you taking that board seat.”
Knox ran his fingertips lazily down her spine, reveling in the shiver his touch caused. She was so damn responsive. “I don’t give a shit about the board.”
An adorable little furrow formed between her brows. “He’d never believe that, though. Because that company is the star he hitched his wagon to. He’d never believe that someone would walk away from it. So, he’ll probably be willing to do anything to make you walk away. Or have you dragged away in handcuffs again.”
Now that thought caused a pit in his stomach. “You think he’d try to set me up again?”
“In a heartbeat. Without hesitation.”
“Well…shit.”
“Welcome to the game, Knox.”
Ugh. “So…I guess we have to talk about tonight, huh?”
Her smirk blossomed into a grin that neatly derailed his train of thought again. “This is what I’m saying.”
“Ok. Fine.”
And with that, he flipped her off him, yanked her up on her hands and knees, and slid into her from behind. Her breathy moan did great things for his ego. He leaned down and caught her earlobe between his teeth before growling, “We’ll talk about it. Later.”
“Later,” she agreed eagerly. “Much later.”
CHAPTER 22
Knox tugged at his tie like it was actively trying to choke him. “I say we bail and go back to bed.”
Tenley rang the doorbell at the main house and smirked at him. “You’ve been saying that since we got out of bed.”
He gave her the male equivalent of a pout and gestured to her body. “Of course, I have. Look at you. You look way too good for these assholes.”
It was during that last second sentence that Thadeus’s maid, Melanie, opened the door. Stone-faced, she ushered them in. Tenley offered the woman a little smile. “Sorry. He didn’t mean to badmouth your boss.”
“The hell I didn’t,” Knox grumbled.
Tenley sighed, but Melanie didn’t seem phased in the least. “Oh, no, he’s right,” she said. “You definitely look too good for these assholes.” Then she eyed Knox up and down. “So do you, frankly.”
Knox gave her a palms-up gesture. “Right? Thank you.”
She nodded. “Don’t eat the lobster bisque. The chef…did something to it.”
