His One and Only(31)
“Basically, it would be your old job. Plus…” He pointed in her direction. “You…” He then pointed at himself. “Me… Sex. Whenever and however I want it. And I’ll double whatever my mother is paying you.”
She stared at him for what had to be a full minute, she was that shocked. In fact, she’d probably have kept on like that if he hadn’t asked, “So what’s your answer?”
She had to swallow, because the first time she tried to respond, she found her throat had gone completely dry. “No!” she said, yanking her arm from his grip. “The answer’s no, of course!”
His jaw tightened. “How about if I triple it?”
Her eyes went wide. “I’m not a hooker, Beau Prescott. How dare you—”
“I know you’re not a hooker. A hooker wouldn’t give me near this much trouble. But you’re the only one here, so…” He seemed to think about it. “Fine, one-hundred times whatever my mother was paying you. But that’s my final offer.”
Her first instinct was to say no, a very emphatic no, possibly followed up by a slap and a very dramatic exit, but against her will, the hourly wage he was now offering her popped into her mind’s eye. It flashed at her like a neon sign, while the right side of her brain ran a calculation. With a salary like that, it would take her less than a month to pay off her bills, pay for the rest of her college courses, and keep Ruth’s House funded for another year. Just four weeks and she’d be an independent woman: debt-free, and more importantly, Prescott-free.
Her voice shook. “Are you serious?”
He went very, very still, and the humid air in the room seemed to hang heavier, thick with anticipation.
“I don’t lie,” he said. “And I don’t make offers that I don’t intend to honor.”
“Yes, but—” She swallowed. “I just want to make sure I heard you right.”
He took a step closer to her, leaving nothing but a thin sliver of air between them. “If you sleep with me, I’ll pay you one hundred times whatever my mother was paying you. Deal or no deal?”
Her pride was screaming, “No!” But her brain was busy laying out what she could have if she ignored her pride and took the deal. There was also something else rooting for her to give in—something inside of her that was more than a little interested in the prospect of sleeping with the grown man version of Beau.
But she ignored that part and straightened herself up, lifting her chin and trying her best to act like the kind of jaded person who would actually take a deal like this. “You don’t know how much your mother is paying me. How about if it’s more than you can afford?”
“I’ve got a trust fund I’ve never touched, and I’ve been a professional quarterback all my working life.” His voice sounded thick and dark when he said, “Believe me, I can afford you.”
“I can’t be your...” She pushed the first word that came to her mind, “whore,” out of the way and finished with “…whatever you want me to be forever. There has to be some limits.”
He crooked his head to the side as if this entire conversation was boring him. “Name your terms.”
“I have plans for the spring, plans that don’t include working for you. So I can only stay until then.”
He shrugged. “Fine. I plan to be back in L.A. by then anyway. Once I get my sight back…”
She finished the sentence for him. “You won’t need me anymore. You’ll go back to Los Angeles and your groupies, and everything will be back to the way it was before, just the way you like it.”
“So it’s a deal.”
She gulped, trying her best not to think about her mother. “Yeah, I guess it is. When do I—I mean, um, we—start?”
There was a moment of crackling silence. Then he answered, “Now.” And his lips came crashing down on hers.
CHAPTER 10
HE HADN’T EXPECTED HER TO SAY YES. Of all the ways he had thought she might respond to his proposal, pitched half out of frustrated anger and half out of desperate need, the last one would have been yes.
But when he offered her one hundred times her current salary, she had gone quiet, so quiet, all he could hear were the last drips of water falling from the showerhead and the winter wind roaring outside the bathroom window. Then there was another sound, her shoes squeaking against the tile floor as she turned back to face him.
He braced himself then, thinking she’d say something derisive or maybe even slap him, but she’d hadn’t done either and though she hadn’t actually left the bathroom, her voice sounded faraway when she asked, “Are you serious?”