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two or so years since I’d fucked Thomas Ramsay, I’d managed to fly completely under his radar. It wasn’t always easy, but it was worth it. Hearing stories about his fear of commitment and general assholishness didn’t make me believe he was any less dangerous than he had shown himself to be that night. In fact, the knowledge amplified the importance of staying away from him. On paper, someone like him had the potential to lull me into a false sense of security. However, back in Vegas, he’d asked for two more nights, and I wouldn’t put it past him to try it again.
    I couldn’t really blame him for being addicted to my pussy. It was fucking awesome. Its addictive nature was one of the main reasons I’d implemented the one-night rule to begin with. Getting a guy hooked was cruel, but most men could recover from one night of exposure. Any more than that and there wouldn’t be a rehab facility on Earth that could save them.
    Perhaps I should put a warning label on it, maybe a tattoo strategically placed at eye level that read, “Caution: Has been known to cause obsession. Fuck at your own risk.” Although a tattoo including the sentence “Fuck at your own risk” directly above the merchandise might not be good for business.
    Thomas had become addicted after the first lick, and I doubt there was anything I could write on my body that would deter him from going back for seconds. It was just good manners to keep the temptation as far away from him as possible. The last thing I wanted was to watch him suffer as he craved something he could never have. However, if Marina had her way, I wouldn’t be able to continue my philanthropic efforts much longer.
    When Jack told Marina he’d found her brother, and I found out it was not Thomas, thank God, I found no reason for her to know about my…familiarity…with her new family. That is until the asinine request Marina was making could force me to confess my bad judgment the night I’d met Thomas.
    “Please? This is an amazing project that will help hundreds of kids every year—thousands when we expand into additional cities. Think about the PR opportunities surrounding something like this.” The damned woman knew my weak spot was work and wasn’t ashamed to use it to her advantage.
    Okay, okay, I guess I could admit I liked supporting causes dedicated to helping kids, but only in an indirect, abstract way. Mentally, I’d felt like I’d been forty since the day I was born. Between not being able to relate and my general distaste for all things touchy-feely, I’d never meshed well with the youth of America. As long as I didn’t have to personally interact with anyone under the age of twenty-one, I could deal.
    “I’m all for building a center for homeless youth and putting your names all over it—” It really was the best type of publicity money could buy. “—but there is absolutely no reason I need to be your representative at the planning meetings. I can find you a dozen qualified candidates by lunchtime.”
    “We want you to do it because we trust you, and we know you’ll put your heart and soul into it. Not to mention you know exactly how to utilize our support to maximize exposure for the foundation.” The pleading in her freakishly blue eyes got me to give in almost every time, and it was beginning to wear me down. “It’s not like we want you to run the whole thing—there will be people involved who specialize in things like operations and finances. We’d like you to oversee marketing.”
    Marina studied me for a few seconds, and it felt like she was reading every word, image, and experience that had ever passed through my mind. “Why don’t you want to do it? I know you’re always busy keeping our reputations spotless, but things have been kind of quiet since we’ve been spending most of our time in the studio lately.”
    Doing voiceovers for an animated film did keep them out of the public eye for the most part. When they weren’t seen