Satisfied 2X

“I know. There’s a lot riding on this.”

“Which part? The foundation? Or Alison?”

Hunter exhaled. “Both. I don’t want to fuck up either.”

“It’s going to crush her if you don’t choose her design, man.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He shot a look at his best friend. “I want hers to be the one, just as much as I don’t.” He took a seat behind his desk. “This is the one time I wish I didn’t know a damn thing about art.”

“I could go through them if you like,” Drew offered.

“No.” He shook his head. “This is my fucking responsibility. She’s counting on me to get it right.”

“By right, do you mean granting her freedom?”

Hunter felt his scowl deepen. He clenched his fist. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“I don’t want her to leave.”

“Neither do I.” Hunter glanced at the travel package on the corner of his desk. “Vegas is tomorrow. We’re unveiling the foundation. Soar needs me to do the right thing. And so does Alison. But I’ve been thinking about Vegas.”

“Yeah? What are your thoughts?” Drew shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I think it’s important that whoever our designer is, attends the event.” He smiled.

Drew grinned. “I think that’s part of the agreement with our artists, isn’t it?”

Hunter nodded. “Standard. Even if it means we take the smelly French guy with us.”

Drew laughed. “Son of a bitch. One more weekend with her.”

Hunter felt the burden lift. It wasn’t much, but if he did choose Alison’s design she would have to debut it at the conference. If he didn’t, she was required to be their travel companion. It was a win-win.

“Get out of here and let me study these proposals. I’ll let you know the finalist.”

Drew nodded. “I’ll wait for your call.” He stepped in the elevator and disappeared.

Hunter opened the flap to the first design. He sat back in his chair and studied the lines. This might be one of the biggest decisions he made, but at least he knew he had one more weekend to spend with Alison. One more weekend to convince her to become theirs. One last chance to make her realize she was where she needed to be.

Eleven

Alison

She paced back and forth in front of the large windows in her office. This was agonizing. She had delivered her design over three hours ago. How long was it going to take Hunter to make a decision? What if he already had and she wasn’t th

e choice? He had gone with someone else and she had two more weeks with the bachelors.

She closed her eyes, exhaling a long breath. The past two weeks had changed her. She hadn’t had any contact with Leo. She had a new kind of freedom, even though it was under the constraints Hunter and Drew set.

She felt free from the Rossi world. No more doing Leo’s bidding. No more schemes to make money. She didn’t like to think about the ways she had helped him over the years. Something about her two weeks with Hunter and Drew had taught her the past could really be the past.

She had moved into a new home. Was given a new office. Had a new career, using her passion for art. And every night she dined with the sexiest most eligible bachelors in Chicago. As much as she had hated how it came to be, she had started to wake up with a smile on her face.

She went to bed feeling safe. She awoke feeling as if she had a purpose. Hunter and Drew had given that to her.

What happened if she did win the bet? Would Hunter throw her out of the office? She won and her freedom was instantaneous? She shook with nerves, rubbing her arms. Was that really what she wanted? Did she want to leave them and not look back?

Alison jumped when her phone buzzed.