Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

She was a hooker with a heart of gold, as in gold-digger,

I was about to become a whore.

“I have rules,” he said. “You don’t get to ask questions, no matter what.”

“Good. Rule two is you answer my questions, and you have to answer them honestly.”

“The last rule is your body belongs to me, so that means your orgasms are mine. You don’t come without my permission.”

“No,” I cried. No, no, no. “Hello, Evelyn,” Logan said.

He’d seen me naked, he’d gone down on me, and currently he was fucking me. My boss.

“I haven’t done it before.” “You don’t want to?” I didn’t like giving up. I didn’t like failing. But I thought I’d fail at this. “I don’t.” It came out defeated. What was going to happen now that I’d backed out– “It’s okay,” he said, “I can barely keep from coming in your pussy anyway. I probably wouldn’t last five seconds fucking you up the ass.”

I saw him through new eyes. My boss was stunningly handsome and powerfully sexy.

“You don’t like my twelve thousand dollar bottle of wine?” “It doesn’t taste like twelve grand to me.” “But I know you do.”

What he was asking . . . what my boss was asking, was if I wanted to sleep with him. “Yes.” Oh, fuck, yes.

I was in my boss’s bed. Naked.

“Like, as your fake girlfriend?” A half-smile crept on his face. “As my real girlfriend. If I’m doing this relationship thing full-out, I should get the perks that go along with it.”

“That’s why you’re single?” “I’m not single anymore.”

“Fuck, you’re making me crazy.” It rang out on his tortured voice.

“So, yeah . . .” he said. “That was the best orgasm of my life.”

“Are you aware that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”

Yeah, I was so completely in love with him.

He nodded. “Thanks, Evie.” For a moment, no one moved. Then the collective mouth of the design team fell open upon hearing my nickname, the one none of them had heard before, come out of Logan’s mouth. “Evelyn,” he corrected, but it was far too late.

“I care because I’m in love with you, Evie.”

It was like I’d just punched him, he was that stunned. “I wasn’t trying to. I love you and I can’t help it,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I can’t stand that I did this to you, that I hurt you.”

I launched to my feet and came eye to eye with him. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not going to quit; you’re like me. Your job is everything to you.” The mocha-colored eyes blinked slowly. “No, it’s not. I can find another job, but I can’t find another you.”

“I can’t do another day of this. I tried not to fall in love with you, but you made that impossible. I can’t rein this back in. And I don’t want to.”

“I’d wait forever for you,” he uttered and returned to his task of shutting my brain down with the simple touch of his lips.

“I don’t want to keep anything from you,” he said. “So you should know I bought an engagement ring.” I couldn’t hear the people around us anymore. “What? When?” “That day you had lunch with Blake.” Right after he’d heard me confess I thought he could be the one. Oh. My. God.

Logan Stone was down on one knee, proposing. To me.

“Do you love me?” he asked. I nodded, my eyes wet with tears. “Yes.” “Do you know how much I love you?” “Yes.”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” My idiot brain tried to come back online, and I shot an accusatory look at his brother.

He was sweaty, and gorgeous, and . . . happy. And he was mine.