Kent grabs the cookies from my hand and tosses them on the bed, taking a step closer to me. “Trust me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This will be nothing like Girl Scouts.” I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of this is sexy. It’s all just so draining.
“Come on,” I say, pulling on Daniel’s sleeve and tugging him towards the back garden. “Let’s talk somewhere quiet.” Daniel anxiously follows me out the back door, looking behind us to see if anyone’s followed before pulling the door shut. I sit down at the little table and wait for him to join me,
“What,” Daniel huffs, laughing at my apparent gall. “Are you seriously going to come at me for bringing my boyfriend into my bedroom after you were out all day on a date with Ivan, our family’s enemy? Are we going to get into accusations of cheating here, Fay? Because I’m not sure you stand on solid
The door to Kent’s office is wide open when Daniel and I arrive, so we step in, still holding hands. Daniel pushes it closed behind us and I spend a little longer than necessary looking at the dark wood of the closed door, remembering what had happened there only a few hours ago. When I turn to lo
Slowly, Kent nods, studying me. “Yes, Fay. One million dollars a year, and the purchase of your childhood home with the deed immediately signed over to your adoptive father. Plus, the purchase and gift of a beach house, in your name, so you can spend your spare time there with your dad, your sister.
Kent can’t help enjoying the way his stomach twists when he sees Fay like that, frozen in the chair before him, her mouth slightly agape, her sapphire eyes wide with shock. A curl of her unruly red hair has fallen lose of its messy ponytail and into her face. He presses his hands harder against the
Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open. Tears start to slide down my cheeks
I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me