Page 29 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

Probably for the best, really.

“Keep the clause,” I say finally, not wanting to risk losing out on any of the money. “You obviously think it’s important for your... image.”

Something that might be relief crosses his face. “For the record, I don’t typically need to contractually obligate women to suck my dick.”

“First time for everything,” I say sweetly, gathering clothes from the closet. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to change.”

He nods and moves toward the door but pauses with his hand on the knob. “For what it’s worth, Tatiana, I think you’re handling this situation remarkably well.”

The unexpected compliment catches me off-guard. Before I can formulate a response, he’s gone, closing the door behind him.

I sink onto the bed, designer clothes clutched to my chest, and take a deep breath.

Thirty days. Five hundred thousand dollars. Two scheduled blowjobs with a man who makes my skin tingle even when I want to throttle him.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

9

Dominic

Iwatch Tatiana as she examines herself in the mirror, adjusting the silky navy dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. It’s one of the better fits from the collection the hotel concierge rushed up, and she knows it.

“You look presentable,” I say, keeping my voice neutral despite the way my body reacts to seeing her in that dress.

She turns, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. “Presentable? Is that the best you can do, Rossi?”

“Would you prefer I tell you that dress makes me want to bend you over the nearest surface?”

Her cheeks flush, but she holds my gaze. “Save it for Days Two and Fourteen, per our agreement.”

Touché. The woman gives as good as she gets.

“Jake will take you to collect your things,” I say, changing the subject. “He’s waiting outside.”

“Your head of security, right?” she asks, slipping on a pair of heels. “The large, intimidating one who looks like he eats nails for breakfast?”

“That’s him. Best in the business.”

She nods, grabbing the small clutch purse the concierge included with the dress. “Once we’re through the paparazzi, and at my hotel, I get to tell my friends what’s happening myself. No security goons are coming inside with me.”

“That’s fine,” I tell her. “And they’re your friends. Handle them however you want. Just make sure they understand the stakes.”

She nods, her expression turning serious. “They will. They’re not idiots.”

Unlike us, hangs unspoken in the air between us.

I walk her to the door where Jake waits, his massive frame blocking the hallway like a human barricade. He nods respectfully as Tatiana approaches.

“Mrs. Rossi,” he says. “I’ll be escorting you to retrieve your belongings.”

Mrs. Rossi... I’m not sure how hearing her called that makes me feel.

“Thank you, Jake,” she says, and I notice how she stands a little straighter, projecting confidence despite being completely out of her depth. “I won’t be long.”

I catch Jake’s eye. “Twenty minutes, then bring her back. I still have to show my face at Marco’s reception.”

“Yes, sir,” Jake says. No questions, no hesitation. That’s why I keep him around.

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