Picture Perfect (The Wilsons) (13 page)

Extract:

Morgan started laughing before I could go on. "Stella, I intend to show you just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."

I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."

"Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."

We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."

"I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."

"But I don't like the idea of being tied up."

"No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."

I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."

"Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."

"Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"

Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."

I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."

"And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."

It was my turn to stare at him like he'd grown horns. "Are you nuts? There's no way I'm saying that!"

"Then you'd better not lose."

He smirked annoyingly and I glared at him. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win. It'll be a pleasure to take your money."

I signed the contract with a flourish and handed it over.

Morgan glanced at it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7. Come up to my suite, bring all your things and wear a skirt."