Bad Boy (An Indecent Proposal) - J.C. Reed Page 0,55

had pinned me underneath him, run his tongue along my neck, moved inside me so quickly I had let out a scream of delight. Nor could I tell her just how much I had enjoyed every minute of him inside me right before I fell asleep on top of him.

Why did I feel like a million bucks in spite of the fact that Chase might just be about to get me into real trouble with Clint? Obviously it couldn’t be the sex. Or the fact that I was sore from the dozens of orgasms.

When I woke up at 2 a.m. to go to the bathroom, Chase was gone. The disappointment was brief, but compared to now it was nothing.

Glancing at my dishevelled bed, at the blankets and pillows that still smelled of him, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been a mistake to get involved with him.

What had I been thinking?

Obviously, if he looks like the devil, acts like the devil, it is the devil. Chase sure had the charm. His body was pure sin.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jude asked cautiously. “You seem awfully still.”

I laughed bitterly. “Would you sound okay if you harbored thoughts of killing your new husband?” I groaned again. “Jude, can we talk about this another time? I really have to see what Chase has to say on the matter.”

“What about Clint?”

“Tell him I’ll call him back.”

“You better do that,” she said. “He threatened you. I don’t believe he was joking.”

“Sounds exactly like Clint,” I mumbled. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

“You promise?” Jude asked. “Because you already promised, and I waited all day and night for your call.”

“I will. Bye.” I ended the call and regarded myself in the mirror. My brown hair was a tangled mess, but my skin still carried the blush from last night, giving away just how much fun we had.

But the worst was my smile—my silly post-sex smile as pictures of my legs wrapped around Chase’s naked body began to flash before my eyes.

“You crazy bastard,” I whispered. “You really did it.”

Clint had said there would be consequences. Knowing him, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe otherwise. I had to take care of my interests first, if only to protect myself.

My phone beeped again. This time it was a text from Jude:

Forgot to ask. Do you want me to give you my attorney’s contact details before you talk with Clint? I hired her last month to go over my work contract for my TV show. She’s really good.

I shook my head. As if her employment contract lawyer could help me. What I needed now was someone to protect me mercilessly against Clint, someone who took no crap from anyone.

Knowing my stepfather and his lawyer, I needed a bulldog. A convincing, no bullshit, rabid bulldog.

Someone like…

I shook my head, then closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe I had reached the point where I’d be saying what I was about to say. With a sigh, my hands flew over the touch screen as I typed the message to Jude.

No need. I already have a lawyer.

Chase would take care of the mess he had started. He had to.

***

My fist came hard against the wood as I rapped at the door. To a bystander, it probably looked like I was the raging wife about to confront her cheating husband and beat his mistress to a pulp. But the truth was I would have rather kicked Chase’s ass for the mess he had caused me, and give the mistress a big fat kiss for stealing him from me.

Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, my hair still wet from the shower, and my lips painted in a demure shade of red, I hoped I looked civilized, but inside I was boiling. With every second that passed the anger inside me grew to immerse proportions, any feelings of euphoria from sex dissolving into thin air.

How dare he steal the contract and take Clint to court?

No surprise that Clint was angry. He had probably assumed I tricked him.

I knocked harder. “Open the fucking door, Chase,” I shouted. “I know you’re in there.” It wasn’t my imagination. The sound of the TV carried over from inside. At last, footsteps thudded.

The door opened slowly and a woman’s pale face peered out.

My breath hitched and my heart stopped.

You know when I said I’d kiss the mistress?

Scratch that part.

She was beautiful. Like a real life doll, with flawless skin and big, blue