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thought the time we shared on the beach was the hottest sex
I’d ever had, but as dirty as it sounds, this arrangement has added a whole new
dimension to things.
    I got in bed, pulled the smooth
silky sheets up around my body and let my sleepy thoughts drift to Parker
Blackwell. I wondered how much more there was to know him. Aside from the
knowing that he lived a life of luxury, played poker for a living and hired
escorts for company, the last seven years of his life were a mystery. I still
didn’t understand the escort thing. He was practically a celebrity. He had good
looks, a fabulous body and money, lots and lots of money. Women threw
themselves at him everywhere he went. My stomach twisted as I wondered how many
he’d slept with and how I compared.
    I’d been trying not to think
about it since that night on the beach, but the fact that he had sex with
professionals, women who could do things to him that I couldn’t imagine in my
wildest fantasies, was more than a little intimidating. Parker was a man who knew
what he wanted and demanded it without hesitation, took it even. I had a
feeling he could extract it out of any woman of his choice. Even me. I felt a
little ashamed as my thoughts drifted to the shower and how I touched myself in
front of him. I’d never done that in front of a man before, and that’s exactly
what I feared. He brought that side of me to life, and there was no telling how
far she might go for him.
    As I rolled over and shut my eyes
I decided not to get too caught up in what the cards predicted. Besides, I
would never let the charming playboy anywhere near my heart. The thought of
having a long distance relationship with an ultra-rich celebrity sex god had
disaster written all over it. I was here on a mission, and I had to be careful
not to let myself believe it could become anything more.

 
  Five
    EPIC FAIL
     
    Fuck! What the hell was that? There
was one place in the world I wanted to be right now, but I couldn’t. She was
mad as hell and making it impossible, and I had to get away from her long enough
to gather my thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, I expected her to be mad. I expected
her to be furious, but I never expected her to use the dirty little slut defense
so expertly. It was a game changer. It blew my fucking mind.
    Before that I planned to comfort
her, explain myself, and try to win her over gently by showing her that I was
interested in more than just her body. Instead I let her lead me by the balls
right into the trap she had so cleverly set. Yeah, I took the bait hook, line
and sinker. Whenever I was around her my big head and little head clashed in an
epic battle of wills. The girl had an effect on me every time we shared the
same air, but I’ve never felt more out of control than I did in that room.
    She challenged me, and I called her
bluff. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t bluffing, and I took everything she had,
all of her. The offer was too good to resist. The way she responded surprised
me. I think she enjoyed it, but if I was wrong I could’ve blown my chance the minute
the clock started ticking.
    I considered drinking myself into
a stupor as I plunked down on a barstool adjacent from the lobby, but quickly
decided against it.  When the bartender came over with my usual in hand, I
threw some cash on the bar and made my way back upstairs. The next five days
would go by fast, and I wasn’t about to give up. If I still had a chance in
hell I had to keep a level head no matter what defense mechanism she tried to
use. I had to make her believe that I wanted than just sex.
    The safest plan would be to lock
myself in my room for the night and try to forget she was in the bed down the
hall. As cold as that seemed it was the best idea I had, at least until she
cooled off a little. Before heading to my room I stopped at her door and
listened for a sign she might be awake. Nothing. I didn’t want to leave her on
bad terms, so I tapped on the door gently and waited. Still