Carter
I walk down the crowded Manhattan street, not caring that people are pointing and staring, pulling out their phones and snapping pictures. I’m used to it. Besides, I have too much else on my mind to spend the energy giving a fuck.
With my phone pressed to my ear, I listen as Chase tells me the latest development. The network seems determined to find a way out of the contract bonus.
“They’re exercising their right to film continuously when you’re with women,” Chase says. “They think that maybe you’re looking for a way to get away with fucking behind their backs. That you aren’t actually a virgin. They want to catch you so they don’t have to pay up.”
“That’s bullshit,” I growl into the phone. I take pride in my reputation. I mean, some people might think it’s ridiculous to be a twenty-six-year-old virgin, especially when you’re a fucking hot alpha male like me. But I’m the goddamn Head Hunter. I get head and get paid for it. I’m not about to fuck that shit up. Plus, I do have integrity. I’m not going to lie about it and fuck around behind the network’s back.
“I know,” Chase sighs. “Don’t they realize that if you’ve been up to something the paparazzi would've been all over it by now?”
That’s the truth. Can’t go anywhere without some fucking pap hiding in the bushes.
“Whatever,” I say, shaking it off. “They don’t believe me? Fine. Stick the cameras on me all they want. They’ll see. Do you have the filming schedule?”
I tap on my phone and pull up my calendar to start inputting the dates, but all Chase knows is that the next ten contestants have been lined up and they’ll be presented to me. Starting today, apparently.
Ending the call with Chase, I call Lola. She’ll have the details I want.
“Carter,” she says, her voice saccharine sweet, not at all like the end of our last conversation.
I smirk. “You ready to admit you want some of this, Lola?”
She laughs, but it sounds forced. “You really are doing yourself a disservice. You could have anything from any woman you want.” She heaves an elaborate sigh through the phone. “Instead you settle for getting head.”
I bust out laughing. “I wouldn’t call it settling. Not by a long shot.”
“You’re missing out, Carter,” she says. “You have no idea. It'll change your life.”
I sigh, tiring of this same conversation. “Lola, I just called to get the filming schedule. I’ve been in the city for a week and I still don’t know when we’re starting. When is the next episode?”
I hear nails clicking a keyboard on the other end of the line and assume she’s pulling up the information on her computer.
“Okay, we have ten new girls lined up for you. One for each episode. They’ll be presented to you. We’ve arranged everything. You’ll know when you see them. I’m assuming Chase told you about the continuous filming?”
I want to bite out some snide remark, but I’m so over Lola right now.
“Yeah, he did.”
“Good. With the season coming to a close, more people are watching the live stream. They want to see everything that happens.”
They. I know she doesn’t mean the viewers, even though that’s what she wants me to think.
“Fine. So when is the first one lined up?” I realize she isn’t going to tell me much because she’s hoping to catch me off guard. The filming schedule doesn’t usually work like this with me not knowing when and where I’m meeting the girls. But she has to give me something.
“Today. Get ready, Carter, you’re—”
Suddenly, someone walks right in front of me on the sidewalk and the phone is plucked right out of my hand. I turn, angry, my eyebrows drawing together. “What the fuck?”
Then I stop. A sexy brunette is standing there, a hand on her hip, my phone dangling from her manicured fingers as she gives me a sultry smile. Her eyes glitter and she looks like she knows exactly what she’s about.
A smile spreads across my face. Guess Lola was right. I'll know when I see them. Because this girl has “take Carter’s virginity” written all over her sassy little face. But that’s fine. I’m the pro here. She can try whatever game she thinks she has. I still won’t give in. And by the end of the night I can guarantee this girl’s mouth will be wrapped around my cock and she’ll be begging me to cum down her throat.
“Carter Blaine,” she says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Get ready. Your life is about to change. Right. Now.”
Well, okay then. This one looks determined. Most of them are usually falling all over themselves to get my attention. She seems to know what she’s about. This might just be interesting.
But I still won’t fuck her. No chance in hell am I giving up two billion dollars.