Chapter Ten

I tamp down a groan.

Can’t he just take the high road and pretend that all I want is hot sex with a stranger?

Okay, in this case, it was hot sex with three strangers. Still. Why can’t he kill me with embarrassment, rather than torment me with a dangerous reality I can only escape if he follows through on his end, if I satisfy him enough so that he enters that very final Transaction Completed status on the app?

Because he’s fucking Jameson Richards.

And I am his assistant.

He’s going to dig until he’s mollified.

Yet another thing I know about this man.

Since there’s really no evading him—not only because I’m in a tub, but also given he’s not one to permit avoidance—I don’t bother trying. I give it to him straight, despite being in such a vulnerable spot and hating like hell that I have to admit to the beartrap I stepped in. The one I set, if you think about it…

What I do have control over, at this juncture, is that I don’t have to make eye contact with him as I divulge my dark, dirty s