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“No sex,” he agreed. “I’m not interested in forcing you to fuck me if you don’t want to.”

“One last thing,” I said. “I need you to make me understand why you want this marriage thing, because right now I think you might be an insane person.”

He laughed, leaning back. “If you think I’m insane, why are you here?”

“Like I said, I’m here for the money.”

“Fair enough.” He paused for a second, thinking. “Simple, really. I told you some of it already. The publisher has me by the balls, and I’m not a fan of that.”

“So how does marrying me help?”

“Because I need to get my shit together and play by their rules. That’s going to be your job.”

I stared at him. “So I’m your babysitter?”

He laughed. “Not exactly. I have enough of those. No. Your job is exactly what I described, no more or less.”

I sighed. “You think that if you’re married, you’ll somehow stop acting like an ass.”

“Something like that, sure,” he said, laughing again.

I wanted to say something else, but there was a knock at the door. Nash stood up and opened it. The room service guy brought in a tray and placed it at the end of the bed, not sparing me a second glance. Nash tipped him and then closed the door behind him as he left.

“Hungry?” he asked. There was steak and whisky on the cart.

“No, thanks.”

“I suggest you eat,” he said. “Because when we’re done here, we’re getting on a plane.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“You and me, babe, we’re flying to Vegas.”

“Why?” I asked, surprised. “When?”

He picked up his glass of whisky and shot it back. “As soon as I’m finished with this steak.”

“But I don’t have any clothes or anything like that.”

He shrugged. “I’ll buy you new things.”

I frowned. “I can’t let you do that.”

“You’re about to be my wife,” he said. “I have to be able to buy you presents.”

“But why Vegas?”

He laughed, sitting down with the steak in front of him and digging in. “You didn’t think we were getting married at the Philadelphia courthouse, did you?”

“I didn’t think about it,” I admitted.

“No, we’re getting married in Vegas, baby.” He grinned hugely at me. “We’re doing this right, so get ready for a wild ride.”

I sat back, letting the shock roll over me. I hadn’t prepared myself to leave that night, but he had a point.

And I was committed to this. I could tell this wasn’t just some crazy prank or something like that. Nash may have been dangerous and seductive, but he wasn’t a psychopath. He was in a bad situation and wanted to find his own way out of it.

So we were going to Vegas. In about ten minutes.

Things were moving fast, and I had a feeling they were going to move faster still.





8





Nash





I stepped out of the hotel room door and checked the hallway. Selena followed me, moving quietly, as we went to the stairwell. I pushed open the door and we went down the steps, moving fast and quiet.

I had my single duffel bag, but Selena had nothing. We might get some strange looks at the airport, but that shit didn’t matter. I was famous enough that I could get away with running around with some pretty young girl.

My night sure had taken an interesting turn. There I was having just jerked my cock off thinking about Selena’s incredible body when she just showed up. I hadn’t expected it, but I was glad she did.

And now I was going to marry the girl. Not for real, of course. Selena was all business, and I liked that about her.

It fucking turned me on. The girl was a challenge, a little uptight, a little scared. I wasn’t going to pressure her into anything, but I had a feeling that by the time the tour was over, I’d have her body in the palm of my hand, her ready to let me get her off over and over again.

We went down the staircase, trying to stay quiet. I couldn’t risk running into Livy and having her somehow try to talk me out of it, or maybe threaten me with the publishers again. So we were going the back way, like I was back on a mission.

I glanced back at her and smiled. She looked nervous as hell, maybe even a little frightened, but I could tell she was excited too. I had her pegged as a do-gooder, but maybe she really was wilder than I had initially thought.

Which could be good or bad, depending. My fucking hard cock was definitely not a good thing if we were going to try to keep our relationship professional.

But I couldn’t get too hung up on that just yet. First, we had to sneak out and get on a damn plane.