an eyebrow in Julie's direction. "I figure your bed is as good as mine." In that moment, Julie was thankful for everything she had ever learned from her parents about faking it. Otherwise, she would have launched herself across the room and strangled Ty.
"I have a lovely guest room all set up for you," she lied, then reached out to shake Bobby's hand. "I'm glad this is all settled. It was a pleasure to meet you."
How the hell was she going to keep her legs shut around Ty 24-7 for two whole weeks?
CHAPTER TEN
Ty left Bobby's office a very happy man. And not just because Julie's skirt served her ass up on a platter. If he'd known that a pack of strippers could get him into Julie's bed—who was she kidding with that guest bedroom crap?—this fast, he would have sent her a stripper-gram years ago. Still, he wasn't a complete asshole, no matter what she thought. "They were just pictures," he said when they stepped outside.
She didn't even bother turning around to face him, just kept walking through the Outlaws' parking lot. "I really don't care."
Which meant she did, of course. It was too bad he had to act like an oversexed jerk to make sure they were together for the next two weeks, but that was the only way for them to get to know each other better. The only chance they had at a relationship.
He stopped, blinking in the bright sunlight off the Bay. What the hell was he doing, thinking in terms of a relationship? He'd never thought any further than one night. What was it about Julie that had him thinking crazy and acting even crazier?
"Get in," she said, pointing to a Prius sedan.
He strolled around the tiny hybrid car.
"I doubt I'm going to fit," he said suggestively.
Her face set into a grim mask. Shit. Too late, he remembered that she'd said nearly those exact words about him ten years ago, right before he took her virginity.
Okay, time for apologies. And he'd start by leaving his Maserati in the parking lot and squeezing into her itsy-bitsy environmentally correct car.
"Julie, I didn't just mean what you thought I meant," he said as she drove out toward Bay Street. She glared at him. "I'm going to say this one more time, so try to get it through your thick skull. I don't care what you meant. Or what you thought you meant. Or what you did last night with a stack of overendowed strippers. Or how you did everything in your power to humiliate me in front of Bobby. I just don't care, Ty."
In the blink of an eye, she pulled herself back together. "I. Don't. Care." To the naked eye she seemed composed and calm.
But he was more attuned to her than that, and he could feel her simmering beneath the surface.
"The only thing I care about," she continued, "is you making a good impression. My only concern is to transform the way the public sees you. Bye-bye, wild child."
Because he owed her one, he chose not to say something that would annoy her again. Yet. "You handled Bobby well."
It wasn't an empty compliment; he really did think she'd played his smarmy boss well. Playing up her looks had been a brillant tactic.
"Jocks," she sniffed. "I swear to God, if you want them to remember something you need to write it on the back of their hand. So here it is again; I am not interested in your opinion." Too bad. She was getting the compliment whether she wanted it or not.
"Guys like Bobby aren't easy men to negotiate with. But you had him wrapped around your little finger." He looked down at her legs, her sexy shoes. God, she was hot.
"Sure I did. That's why I ended up having to live with you for the next two weeks." Sarcasm dripped from every word.
"You're living the dream," he said, only partly mocking himself.
"Don't kid yourself," she said, laughing. "The women you hang out with want to spend your money and be seen with you and be serviced by you in bed. Living with you is a price they have to pay." He grinned, even though she probably was right. "If the rewards are big enough ..." he said. By the way she dropped
"I have a lovely guest room all set up for you," she lied, then reached out to shake Bobby's hand. "I'm glad this is all settled. It was a pleasure to meet you."
How the hell was she going to keep her legs shut around Ty 24-7 for two whole weeks?
CHAPTER TEN
Ty left Bobby's office a very happy man. And not just because Julie's skirt served her ass up on a platter. If he'd known that a pack of strippers could get him into Julie's bed—who was she kidding with that guest bedroom crap?—this fast, he would have sent her a stripper-gram years ago. Still, he wasn't a complete asshole, no matter what she thought. "They were just pictures," he said when they stepped outside.
She didn't even bother turning around to face him, just kept walking through the Outlaws' parking lot. "I really don't care."
Which meant she did, of course. It was too bad he had to act like an oversexed jerk to make sure they were together for the next two weeks, but that was the only way for them to get to know each other better. The only chance they had at a relationship.
He stopped, blinking in the bright sunlight off the Bay. What the hell was he doing, thinking in terms of a relationship? He'd never thought any further than one night. What was it about Julie that had him thinking crazy and acting even crazier?
"Get in," she said, pointing to a Prius sedan.
He strolled around the tiny hybrid car.
"I doubt I'm going to fit," he said suggestively.
Her face set into a grim mask. Shit. Too late, he remembered that she'd said nearly those exact words about him ten years ago, right before he took her virginity.
Okay, time for apologies. And he'd start by leaving his Maserati in the parking lot and squeezing into her itsy-bitsy environmentally correct car.
"Julie, I didn't just mean what you thought I meant," he said as she drove out toward Bay Street. She glared at him. "I'm going to say this one more time, so try to get it through your thick skull. I don't care what you meant. Or what you thought you meant. Or what you did last night with a stack of overendowed strippers. Or how you did everything in your power to humiliate me in front of Bobby. I just don't care, Ty."
In the blink of an eye, she pulled herself back together. "I. Don't. Care." To the naked eye she seemed composed and calm.
But he was more attuned to her than that, and he could feel her simmering beneath the surface.
"The only thing I care about," she continued, "is you making a good impression. My only concern is to transform the way the public sees you. Bye-bye, wild child."
Because he owed her one, he chose not to say something that would annoy her again. Yet. "You handled Bobby well."
It wasn't an empty compliment; he really did think she'd played his smarmy boss well. Playing up her looks had been a brillant tactic.
"Jocks," she sniffed. "I swear to God, if you want them to remember something you need to write it on the back of their hand. So here it is again; I am not interested in your opinion." Too bad. She was getting the compliment whether she wanted it or not.
"Guys like Bobby aren't easy men to negotiate with. But you had him wrapped around your little finger." He looked down at her legs, her sexy shoes. God, she was hot.
"Sure I did. That's why I ended up having to live with you for the next two weeks." Sarcasm dripped from every word.
"You're living the dream," he said, only partly mocking himself.
"Don't kid yourself," she said, laughing. "The women you hang out with want to spend your money and be seen with you and be serviced by you in bed. Living with you is a price they have to pay." He grinned, even though she probably was right. "If the rewards are big enough ..." he said. By the way she dropped
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