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Two shadows in the dark beside the carefully pruned rosebush on the left side of the Furmans’ estate. One male, one female.
Of course. I don’t even need to strain my eyes, not that I could see anything in this absolute darkness. But I know who it is.
Only one person would be out here trying to . . . well, whatever he’s trying to do.
I turn my back away from them to refocus, but the girl’s brutish laughter keeps distracting me. A few seconds later, I’m turning back to them again, wondering whether to tell them off.
They’re walking toward me now, into the glaring light flowing from the porch of the Furman’s house. My heart misses a beat as I spot Alex. He’s dressed in a two-piece suit, and the first three buttons of his shirt are undone. My eyes linger on his rock-hard chest for a second before I glance at the lady, who looks to be the younger sister to one of the billionaire’s wives at the party.
They haven’t spotted me yet. I let myself stare at them for far longer than I should, feeling my loathing for Alex grow. Even though Janice is not slowing down, he’s still on the prowl. Almost as though he does not need help with his reputation anymore.
Reputation.
The word hits me hard.
That’s it.
My insides fill with euphoria. Even before I work out the details of the plan in my head, I know this is it. It has to be my solution.
Alex needs someone to revamp his image, and he asked for me, the innocent, dewy eyed masseuse. The same perception that had attracted Alex had attracted Andy Furman into thinking of me as a great wife for his son.
If I tarnished my own standing by dating the notorious bad boy of the Philly Flyers, I wouldn’t appear to be suitable wife material. Of course, Andy Furman would be told that it was a PR relationship, but he would soon come to have his doubts.
Especially if I use Alex’s own tricks against him. If Iseduce him—this time in front of the cameras—and a risqué photo lands on Andy Furman’s desk . . .
I’m practically giddy with glee when I march down the porch steps and make my way over to the grinning couple. They both spot me at the same time, and a lazy smile forms on Alex’s face a second later.
“Remember that plan you talked about?” I say, not bothering to use my meek girl voice. “I’m in.”
CHAPTER 6
ALEX
This girl has me wrapped around her little finger.
And she damn well knows it.
When she turned down my proposal and walked out on me, I was furious. Even more than at Janice, the girl trying to wreck my life. She saw right through my play of trying to turn her on and sent me straight back to having no plan. In the process, just when I was about to damn my schemes to hell, push up her skirt, and slide myself inside her, she unexpectedly left me high and dry with a mind-numbing, throbbing hard on.
Realizing that I cared more about fucking Brit than saving my career was sobering, to say the least.
I’ve spent the last few days making sure to avoid her. Even seeing Blake’s blond hair and blue eyes made me think of her. I gotta snap out of this funk.
But the moment she stepped into the party in that dress, I forgot every single resolve I had.
She is not one to doll up.
But today . . .
It is a simple black dress. Nothing too dramatic or overthe top. But this is the first time I’m seeing the curve of her hips not obscured by loose-fitting skirts or scrubs, her breasts straining against the silk. If I’d been clueless why I was attracted to her before, I sure as hell have a good idea now.
She’s stunning.
The moment I spotted her in the hall, hitched to David, I felt a stirring in my groin. I wanted her badly enough to leave the hall with the most attractive woman who would talk to me—someone who, by the way, does not even come close to Britney—and use her as a distraction.
But Britney is now right in front of me, and I can no longer for the life of me remember the name of the other woman. I can’t even be bothered to look at her, not when Britney is here, saying the exact words I need to hear.
“Are you still in?”
