Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I shook my head, disoriented. What the fuck was I thinking, agreeing to pay Dylan $10K a week? Tate was right. I didn’t have that kind of money. Though for a reason beyond my grasp, I wanted her to think I did. “I’m fine.” “Bet you won’t be in the next five minutes,” Tate sneered, standing up and glancing over my shoulder. I whipped my head back to see what had caught his attention. Row slid past the bouncers of the trendy bar, wearing a ball cap and a biker jacket. He shouldered through a sea of socialites and finance bros in suits. “Oh, this should be good.” Tate buttoned his shirt. “I love blood sport. I’ll watch from the bar while getting head. Come, Branka.” “It’s Brina.” He ignored her. “Hey, whatever you do?” He squeezed my shoulder on his way out. “Make sure this deal with Marshall happens. You’re working on an app. He all but owns the fucking App Store. He’s formulaic as shit, but whatever he does works. His PR, engineers, creative team—everything is top-notch. Don’t let this opportunity slip by.” I wasn’t going to fuck it up. My entire future was on the line.