to pull off this buyout. As good as it is, a twelve point three uptick in sales isn’t going to solve that problem.”
“Yeah, well, the printer and this innovative compact are going to pull in half the gold. We’ll come up with something for the other half.”
“We’ll have another fresh infusion with the twenty-eight-day antiaging kits,” Mia pointed out, even though they both knew she needed millions of dollars more to achieve the buyout. “They start rolling out tomorrow, two weeks early. Yay us. So we can add another eleven point six percent to our stash. Still not enough to fund the LBO without Davis and Kent backing me.”
The investment firm was still deciding whether they were prepared to do the leverage buyout so that Mia/Amelia could go through with her plan to take the company private and buy out the rest of Blush’s shareholders. It was all hush-hush right now. The waiting was the hard part. She hated waiting for anything, but Mia’s strength was her ability to hold her cards close to her chest, and her infinite patience.
“Maybe. But they haven’t said no, and these numbers will make you, and Blush, look a lot more attractive. I’m not worried.”
Mia got to her feet and started picking up the broken plates and other items swept off the island in the heat of passion last night. Piling the shattered cookies on the broken plates, she carried the mess to dump in the trash under the chipped enamel sink, holding the phone under her chin. “Still not e—”
“I know. We’re working on it. Are you okay? You sound out of breath.”
“I had wild monkey sex last night.” She’d always had lists, but none like this. Those were all business related. This list was personal. As Mia Hayward, Amelia now had the opportunity, and unprecedented time, to indulge her every fantasy. None of which had anything to do with Blush.
So, for the moment, she had complete anonymity to workher way up and down her list in any damn order she felt like. Not systematically or in logical order, as she usually did things, but in a wildly exciting, out-of-order, spontaneous, fun way, as things came to her.
Spontaneity was number one on the list. Check. Check. And check.
She’d jumped from number eight, Bake cookies , to number seventeen, Sex with a stranger . Fast and furious sex in the bright light of her kitchen. And the stranger had earned every damned penny of his fee.
Which was still in the envelope shoved to the back of the counter by their energetic exertions. Insertions . She smiled. God. She couldn’t believe what she’d done the night before. Couldn’t believe she’d let herself be swept away without her usual inhibitions or caution. Dear Lord. It had been liberating. Exciting. Mind-blowing. There was a lot to be said for anonymous, uncomplicated sex. A hell of a lot.
“Holy shit, woman,” Todd said. “Don’t stop in the middle of a sentence like that! Spill!”
She smiled. “Number seventeen on the list. Sex with a stranger. Done, done, and oh my God—done again.”
There was a pause, before he said, with rude incredulity, “Say what? I thought you just said you had sex last night.”
“Multiple times, and multiple O ’s.” The breathy quality of her voice gave way to a long pause as her cousin thought about that.
“Jesus. Are you having sex right now?”
Mia laughed as she dropped back into the chair and swung her bare feet up on the table. Another first. “I wish. No. Just cleaning up all the crap he swept to the floor when he did me on the kitchen counter last night.”
“Please tell me you aren’t kidding.”
A blush she thought herself incapable of bloomed as her face heated. “Apparently this place employs very qualified staff. Very qualified.”
“He was a rent-a-fuck? Who are you, and what have you done with my favorite cousin?”
“I’m fully embracing Mi—my new persona.”
Todd breathed out a whistle. “I love this chick.”
She grinned, then swung her feet to the