Page 107 of Delicious Surrender

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

She could barely get the words out. “The only thing that goes in the agreement is the one hundred K…for you to lay your pipe.”

Gage dropped her at home with explicit instructions to arrive at his door on Saturday by eleven a.m. sharp. He was going to prepare a simple agreement and NDA. If anyone asked, they had put aside their differences and reconciled.

She dragged her tired butt upstairs and lay on her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she questioned her sanity. She'd made a deal with the devil. The devil who still thought she published a libelous article about his secret sex club.Could she afford to pass on the opportunity, and the money?

That was some serious cake he was offering, and it would enable her to fix up everything in the house. Did that make her a prostitute?No, it’s just a business transaction!

Thisarrangementwould give her more juicy experiences that she could use to make her story more compelling. That was a win. To the outside world, they would seem like a regular couple.

She plugged in her dead mobile and waited for it to get a pulse. Jared might call her five kinds of crazy for doing this, but wasn’t this exactly what she hoped would happen in London? She would need to explain it to him.

Brr-ring. Brr-ring. Brr-ring.

The landline was ringing downstairs, but she heard a muffled ring in the bedroom too. She rolled to the other side of the bed, followed the sound, and found a cute pink princess phone tucked in the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

“Hello.”

“Brynne! Where have you been, woman? Are you okay?!” Jared sounded peeved.

“J! Yes, I’m fine. Sorry! I was out last night without my charger, and my cell phone is dead. I was just about to call you! Do you have ESP or something?”

“You know I do. Dammit, I tried the house multiple times. Oh wait, did you go home with the hunky contractor last night?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Start talking. My photo shoot got delayed. Spill the details now!”

“I had a date with Logan, but Gage interrupted it.”

“Oh boy.”

“Yeah. He sent Logan packing when I was up singing, and when I came back, he basically insisted on driving me home.”

“Uh-huh.”

“We stopped at his place, since mine is a mess right now. And anyway, one thing led to another…”

“And you went to bed with him?!”

“You could say that.”

“Holy shitballs!”

“There’s more.”

“Wait, don’t tell me. Is there a red room?” Jared sounded like a kid in a candy store.

Brynne laughed. “No! Well, not that I know of. But he has an insane four-poster bed and a seven-foot bathtub.”

“My guess is you christened both! Am I right?”

“Yup. Anyway, there was a wicked thunderstorm, so I stayed over.”

“Wow. Well, I was worried.”

“Why? Skye is the safest place on earth.”