Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
The gorgeous CEO of Brewer Air is my boss and, thanks to a bet, my new husband for six months.
Why? Because I begged.
I have a grandmother to support, a stack of bills higher than my five-foot frame, and as a cherry on top, I need to find a new place to live. Soon.
Sure, Jason Brewer’s bright green eyes and chiseled jawline steal my breath. His smirk makes me weak. The former military hero’s protective nature is as sexy as watching him control a boardroom or fly a plane.
But none of that matters. I’m desperate—not foolish. I know forever-level commitments aren’t real. This is simply a business transaction with a billionaire.
It’s too bad we didn’t consider all contingencies.
Our first kiss was to seal the deal. The second was in front of an Elvis impersonator. The third kiss led to a honeymoon that was so hot it burned into my memory.
I tell myself it’s okay because there’s an arrangement in place. It’s a—very—enjoyable means to a much-needed end. There’s nothing to worry about.
Except there is …
Jason is determined to prove that we could be more. When he proposes a new arrangement, it changes everything in ways I never saw coming.
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Chapter 1
Chloe
“That’ll teach you to lick my muffin!”
I hold the last crumb-topped blueberry muffin in the palm of my hand. “Do you really think that telling me you licked this will stop me from eating it?”
Nickie laughs, setting her coffee mug emblazoned with the Brewer Air logo on the corner of the table. “It should. I’d be grossed out if I ate a muffin that someone had slobbered all over.”
“Did you have to say it like that?”
“Hey, I’m just telling it like it is,” she says.
I sit in the break room, gazing out the window overlooking the putting green the Brewer executives installed last spring. It’s a much better view than the picnic tables no one used that were there before—especially when the executives gather outside to shoot the shit.
The view is exceptional on those days.
“Listen, I live for Muffin Day,” I say. “And I put a lot of work into securing this small piece of heaven. I’m not afraid of a little spit.”
“Ooh. Sounds interesting. What are we talking about?” Jake from accounting stops beside us, stirring his coffee even though it’s black. I only wish that was his most annoying trait. “Swapping stories? I have a few if you want a threesome.”
He wiggles his brows as if we don’t get the innuendo.
“Keep walking, Jake,” I say, making my exasperation with his presence loud and clear.
He mutters something under his trademark garlicky breath and continues down the hall.
Nickie takes a seat across from me, grinning. “I can’t tell if Jake fears or is infatuated with you. Something tells me his dreams start with you climbing naked on top of him and end with visions of knives.”
“I have the same dream about him, minus the naked part.”
I push all thoughts of Jake out of my mind and sink my teeth into the top of the sweet, fluffy muffin. I struggle not to moan.
Few things are better than gourmet baked goods—especially when they are entirely out of your budget. I can barely afford cheap ramen and tap water at the moment. Nothing, not even Nickie’s threat that she licked my muffin, will stop me from enjoying it.
“How did you even get that thing?” she asks, watching me with amusement. “Weren’t you in the morning meeting when the muffins were delivered?”
I hold the bundle of goodness to my nose and inhale the sweet aroma. So, so good.
“It’s moments like this that I worry about you,” she says.
I peel the wrapper away from the side. “Yeah, I was in the meeting. But I slipped out at precisely ten after nine and intercepted an unsuspecting Wendy as she carried the Rolling Scones box from the front desk. I swiped the biggest muffin, hid it in the cabinet under the coffee pot, and returned to the conference room, no one the wiser.”
“You have it timed that perfectly?”
“Nickie, this blueberry muffin is the highlight of my week.”
“That’s sad.”
“You’re telling me.”
I take a giant bite, lifting a brow in response to her perfectly arched one.
My life is hard for Nickie Kennedy to comprehend. But I get it. It’s a series of unfortunate events over here. And for someone like Nickie, who leads a very full, charmed existence, imagining that someone could look forward to a muffin must be baffling. It probably seems exaggerated—like I’m making it up for a laugh.
But it’s the truth.
I’m this pathetic.
“What was the meeting about, anyway?” She dusts a strand of red hair off her shoulder. “It looked tense.”
“I don’t know. It probably was. A lot of scowls were worn today.”
She laughs. “What do you mean it probably was?”
“Jason had two of his brothers with him.”
“Oh. Which two?”
“Gannon and Tate, and they were oozing alpha male vibes. The Brewer Trifecta of Power was in there, and concentrating on anything besides them was rather difficult.”
“Well, that explains why half our department milled around all morning instead of logging invoices. They were trying to get a glimpse of The Trifecta.”
I poke at a blueberry. “I will admit, The Trifecta is a bonus of working here. I came for the paycheck. I stay for the view.”
“As we all do. But you ducked out on the view for a muffin. That says a lot about you.”
I laugh. “That says Tate’s analogies were boring, and my stomach growled. Remedying hunger and saving myself from mental anguish comes first on the hierarchy of needs. That’s true even if the view is spectacular. Tate is gorgeous … when his mouth is shut.”
She shakes her head as if I’m ridiculous and watches me savor what’s left of my breakfast.
The Brewer men, all five brothers, are the most stunning family in the universe, and no one will convince me otherwise. Even their sister and mother are beautiful. But one of them outshines them all—my boss, Jason.
Jason, the CEO of Brewer Air, is arguably the most attractive man of all time. Sandy-blond hair. Bright green eyes. High forehead, strong brow, and solid jaw. He’s remarkably intelligent, a powerhouse in every right, and confident yet somehow not arrogant. Getting to know him takes some effort, but Jason is a lot of fun once you do.