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“World’s Hottest Billionaire.” “I hate you.” “Nah. You love me. I’m the sunshine to your grumpy.” My brows pinch together. “What?” “It’s a thing in romance books—”
“You were great. Such a smart girl.”
I have too many student loans to let myself think otherwise.
This is the best job ever!
Stan is the best boss ever!
If I
think it enough times, maybe I’ll bel...
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“Stan, if I wanted you to touch me, I would tell you.” “Rosie—” “But now I’ll have to tell HR instead. You’re a pig.”
If someone has the balls to hike onto our land to steal my shit, then I applaud their fortitude.
And now Rosie fucking Belmont has waltzed into the scene with her smart mouth and suspiciously watery eyes. And all I want to do is demand to know who hurt her so I can fix it.
As in, she’s still funny and beautiful and completely off-limits, and I still feel transported back to the dumbstruck boy who is awkward as hell around her.
“Oh, well, he was a sperm donor to my parents,” Cora spouts matter-of-factly. “So, for all I know, he could definitely still be a virgin. Your whisper wasn’t very quiet, you know.”
“Rosalie, when have I ever said no to you?” And I just stand here, stunned. I need a ride home from this party. I want to be alone. I need a job. Because try as I might, no matter how big of a dick he’s been, I can’t come up with a single instance of Ford ever telling me anything other than okay.
“So, frog legs?” Her hazel eyes pop up over the top of the book. “Sure.” “Liver?” “I love it.” “Caviar?” “Your rich kid is showing.”
Fuck me, that was funny. I wipe a hand across my mouth to hide my smirk.
“All I heard was that you think I’m hot.”
“Hello, my little storm cloud,”
Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail—just like he did the other night. But tonight, with one slow tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him.
“Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”
Mr. Grant, I need numbers if I’m going to make you a budget. And you need to add a closing greeting to your email signature. Otherwise, people will know you’re a total dick. All my best, Rosalie Belmont Business Manager to His Royal Dickness at Rose Hill Records
I don’t especially care if random people think I’m a dick. Numbers are attached here. Have a happy day! His Royal Dickness CEO and Producer at Rose Hill Records
“No one should ever have made you feel like it’s your job to rise above this. You’re allowed to process however you need to, Rosie. But me? I’m going to ruin them.”
“I genuinely don’t give a fuck about his day. My dick is definitely bigger. And I’m not concerned with my likability. I don’t care about him. But I do care about you.”
“Oh, what? And you do?” She bites the words out, stepping even closer to me. The tips of her shoes bump the toes of my
boots, her breasts pressing against my forearms where they’re now crossed against my chest. “No, Rosie. But I’m not the type of man who will let that stop me.”
And I just shake my head at her, tightening my grip and shifting my hand over so I can brush a thumb over her damp lips. “Rosie, shut up because I’m going to kiss you right now unless you tell me not to.”
She regards me over the rim of her coffee cup, taking a thoughtful sip. “No, but I’ll put money on West killing you with his bare hands if he finds out you were making out with his baby sister last night.” Fuck. Did she see us?
“I think there’s a little more to it than me knocking on West’s door and telling him I’m in love with his sister.”
And I refuse to regret kissing Rosie.
Basically, my headspace is trash, and my body is a traitor.
Sometimes I think I should let Ford hate fuck me just so he can lose his (alleged) virginity. I may not have loads of experience, but probably more than him. Maybe he’d frown less if he didn’t have to walk around with an untouched dick all the time. A little practice wouldn’t hurt the guy. I could send him back to college knowing where a girl’s clit is and that would basically be philanthropic.
“Yes, but I’ve only ever really wanted one.”
That has her eyes snapping up to mine. “Well, Aunt Flo is here, so you probably wouldn’t want to.” I shrug. “That’s what showers and dark towels are for.” Her blue eyes go comically wide. “What did you just say?” “Rosie, I’m a grown-ass man. Your period doesn’t scare me.” She blinks back at me, pure shock painting her face,
shed my clothes, and he shed all his barriers.
“You know I don’t give a damn what people think of me. You can stay in the guest room if that’s more professional for you. I can fuck you just as easily in there.”
“So, speaking of the apocalypse…” I peek at him from the corner of my eye. He’s watching me, but I keep my gaze plastered forward on the lanes, trying to act casual. I take a deep gulp of my cloudy IPA before spitting it out. “I’m in love with your sister.”
