So I explained it to Maggie in broad brush strokes, leaving out the worst parts.

“My dad’s an ass,” I said smoothly. “He wants to control my life, but it’s just a ruse. In reality, he doesn’t want to give up the CEO position at our family company, so he’s made it impossible by demanding that I get married.”

Maggie paused.

“But why is that impossible?” she asked with a puzzled gaze. “There must be tons of women who want to marry you,” she murmured, cheeks coloring.

It was a good question.

“There are,” I confirmed shortly. “The ladies love me, but I need something different. I need to get married and then divorced immediately, no fuss, no muss. I want this to be a business deal, and that’s why you’re in the picture.”

The brunette nodded slowly.

“You don’t have any female friends that would do it?” she asked. “That’s why you need a stranger?”

I nodded curtly.

“That’s exactly why I need an unknown,” were my clipped words. “Female friends develop feelings. Pretty soon they want clothes, jewelry, and worst of all, time and attention. But this isn’t a love thing,” I said, my voice a little cruel. “This is as far as you can get from love. This is a business deal.”

The female recoiled a little, but then she nodded again. Good girl. The truth stings, but it’s better to get it all out there in one go.

“Okay,” she said, the word drawn out on her lips before taking a deep breath. “Mr. Lincoln,” she said more firmly this time. “I have to ask about the parameters. What do you expect from me? What exactly?”

A black brow raised.

“As in?” was my drawling inquiry.

The brunette flushed.

“I mean, do I just play the role of your fiancée around your parents? Or is this a 24/7 thing?”

A grin flashed.

“My parents are smart honey. It does no good to act like lovebirds in front of them and then cool and controlled around everyone else. It’s a 24/7 thing for sure.”

She nodded, cheeks going pink once again.

“And when do I get paid?” she asked quietly.

My eyebrows shot up this time.

“I thought you already got paid,” was my smooth growl. “The ten thousand dollar check? Or was that a mirage?”

The girl bit her lip then, her pout going rosy. Fuck. How I wanted to devour her right now. That honey pot was waiting to be plundered.

But Maggie had to get her say in first.

“I just mean,” she began slowly. “That I didn’t realize this was a 24/7 thing. If it is, then I need to ask for more,” she said in a rush.

My surprise didn’t show on my face. Because I’m a seasoned negotiator, and hell, I respected her for raising her price.

“How much are you thinking?” was my low drawl, blue eyes calm. “What’s your number?”

And Maggie bit her lip again.

“Ten thousand,” she blurted. “Ten thousand over what you’ve already paid.”

I tapped my fingers lightly, like I was contemplating the proposal. But shit, the female had no idea. Twenty thousand was nothing to me, my rent on this penthouse was one hundred g’s a month alone.

But hey, I didn’t get to this point in my life by caving at the merest pressure. So I turned a cool, assessing gaze her way.

“If I pay you twenty, do I get extra?”

The girl’s eyes went wide.

“Well no,” she stammered a little. “Other than my time, no.”

The perfect segue.

“Well, I think I deserve a little extra, don’t you? Twenty thou is a lot, even for me,” the words came sliding out between my teeth.

Maggie nodded slightly then, hands trembling.

“Well, what were you thinking?” she whispered. “What’s on your mind?”

But there was no need to spell it out. Instead, I looked. My eyes roamed over those sassy curves, taking in the big breasts, the wide hips and the long, lovely legs below. I didn’t even bother to hide my erection this time.

“You,” was my curt word. “You in my bed, every night. In the mornings. In the shower with me. Whenever I want, however I want.”

It was brutish, but to the point. I wanted to fuck this girl all the way to heaven and back, to make her scream as she took my dick.

And those brown eyes went wide then, pretty pout parting for a moment before snapping closed.

“Me?” she asked disbelievingly, her voice a little choked. “Me?”

But I’m a man who conquers.

“You,” I rasped this time, blue eyes intense. “You, bent over every which way, any time I want. Total access around the clock to your sweet body.”

The blood drained from her face before rushing back in a beautiful pink shimmer. Those big breasts heaved and trembled, caramel eyes wide pools of shock.

But then the girl nodded.

Shit, my little filly was on board.

“Okay,” she whispered. “For twenty thousand, I’ll do it. But only for a month. And only if ….” Her voice trailed off.

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