Well fuck. Today turned out to be a pretty decent day. I’d probably accept her deal for nothing, but I can't stop thinking about ripping her dress off to see what she's wearing underneath.

She fidgets. “No, there will be no sex.”

“No, that’s my compensation. I’ll do it for sex.”

She shifts in her seat, her brows pulling together. “Uh, no.”

“Well, that’s my offer. Take it or leave it. Hot, wild sex. Kinky sex.” I move closer. “Downright dirty fucking.”

She swallows. Speechless.

This works out perfectly.

I want to infiltrate this company, and Katy is the ticket.

First-class ticket.

She’s thinking about it. She wants it. Oh damn, I know she does. Something is stopping her.

“Katy,” I say. “Just live a little.”

Her eyes catch the fading light of the sun, softening them to a light shade of summer blue. “I uh…”

“You want it. You know you do. I know you do. Stop fighting it, and let’s make you a fucking partner of Masters.”

Her answer is tiny. I barely hear it. “Ok.”

Fuck yeah. “Ok,” I mimic her words.

Her cheeks blush, and she’s unable to meet my eyes. “Here, write your email on the back of this card, and I’ll email you an itinerary.” She slides a card to me quickly. “I need to go shopping,” she says, rising from the booth.

I scribble off an old personal email address with no real name or info behind it. For some reason, I'm not ready to let her go yet. “Care for an honest opinion to tag along?”

“Honest opinion?” She slides her sweet ass back in the seat.

“Yeah, you know,” I lean forward, “to tell you if you look horrible and such.” As if she ever could. I hold the card containing my email address between two fingers.

Her eyes widen, and she snatches the card. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Well, that depends. Are you wanting me to be honest or lie?”

She swats my bicep with her hand. “I don’t like you very much, but,” she lifts her button nose, squaring her shoulders, “it appears I need you.”

“So, you want me to lie. Got it. Let’s go.”

“No, I don’t want you to lie. Just lie about being my fiancé.” She’s flustered, and I crack a smile.

“Sure, of course,” I say, sarcastically.

“And if you ever lie to me about anything else, I’ll shove my fist where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Fuck. She’ll never find out why I’m really here. And when she does, it’ll be too late.

I lean forward. “Just as long as I get to do the same.”

Her mouth snaps shut. I like shocking her.

She’s quiet for a moment, and I can’t handle the silence.

“Calm down, princess. Let’s go shop for pretty things.”

“I don’t want you to come.” She folds her arms.

“Really?” I lower my voice, “Because I sure want to make you come.”

“Okay, if you stop that,” her blush deepens, “you can come with me.” She gives a tiny shake of her head. “Not like that. I meant you can ride me.” She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Ride with me.”

I laugh, throwing a fifty on the table. “Let's do it.”

* * *

I’m not sure why the fuck I thought this was a good idea. For hours, I’ve been dragged around every department store in Manhattan. It’s getting late, and we stop by Bloomingdale’s to grab a few more items.

Watching her try on fancy dresses is like torture. Worse than any torture anyone could ever imagine. Chinese water torture? Chair of torture? Uh, nope. Iron Maiden has nothing on Katy trying on clothes. She can’t make up her mind. About anything. She’s tried on everything and found fault with all of them.

I park my ass in an overstuffed armchair at Bloomingdale’s as Katy tries on a few more evening gowns.

The blonde sales associate, helping her with a row of pearl buttons down the back, delivers the line she’s probably said millions of times, “This dress is gorgeous on you.”

It is. After she walks away, and Katy is ready to head back into the fitting room, I stand.

“Tell me, Katy. Do you only fuck strange men in bathrooms or are dressing rooms allowed?” I walk into the small room with her, catching her off guard.

Her eyes widen. “Are you calling yourself strange?”

“No, I’m not strange. Kinky, but not strange. But, you liked it, right?” I trace a finger down the column of her throat and watch as a slight shiver runs through her.

She doesn’t answer, and I think back to the night we met. I saw a striking woman who looked upset, so, I said hi. One thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I was getting my dick wet deep inside her tight pussy.

Unable to resist, I brush my lips against hers.

“Is everything ok in there?” the sales lady asks through the door.

We break the kiss, and Katy slaps a hand across my mouth. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

I bite gently on her hand and she removes it. “Asshole,” she whispers.

“Touché.”

“Now tell me, what do you do for a living?” She turns her back to me so I can help with the buttons.

I give her a false answer. “Computer stuff.”

“Oh, sounds interesting. Do you…”

“It isn’t.” I stop things before she can pry further. She removes the dress, and I spin around, trying to look away as my cock hardens. Fuck. “Listen, this is business. I don't think it's necessary to tell each other our life stories.”

I really have nothing to say to her. I can’t think with my dick here. Don’t let her in, that’s my motto.

Her red lips smile at me through the mirror as I turn back around, and my eyes zero in on the plump shape, thinking back to the feel of them on mine. How her tongue felt exploring my mouth. And yeah, I’m flirting with the idea of taking her right now and doing it all over again.

I slip my hand up her bare back, grazing my fingertips along her soft skin.

“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

“Yeah,” she coos.

The fucking sales lady interrupts us again, and I reluctantly step out the door, giving Katy a flirty grin.

When Katy gathers together her final purchases, thank god, she stops by a counter of scarves.

“I love the colors on this one.” She points to a silky, red and orange scarf.

“Yeah.” All I can think about is tying her up with it.

“The way it all blends together.” She runs her fingers over the material.

“Are you going to buy it or stare at it all night long?”

Her nose scrunches. “You’re an ass.”

She leaves the counter and stalks out of the store. A few minutes later, after purchasing the scarf, I find her outside on the busy sidewalk.

“This next event, where is it?” I ask, walking her back to her car.

“Our company building.” Her lips fascinate me when she speaks. I could probably watch them all day. Especially if they are wrapped around my cock.

There is barely any conversation the few short blocks, and I don’t care. The less I say to her the better.

Before she gets in the car, I stop her. “I'm not as big of an ass as you think.” I pull the scarf she admired out of my coat pocket and slip it in one of her shopping bags. “It's going to look hot tied around your wrists.” I wink and walk away.

Later in the evening, when I’m back at the suite, I check my email.

A message from Katy, with the report. Can’t wait to open that. Have I mentioned I hate reports? I’ll never understand why something that feels like homework is necessary.

I click it, hoping there’s some sort of insight to the company or some major secret behind Masters, but what I find is a girl who is completely organized, down to a T. Is she serious? One line reads ‘Wear a jacket, may get cold.’

I laugh as I scroll through, skimming her little notes. She’s cute.

And I smile at her last line:

* * *

I press reply and type out my response.

From: Pollux Clark

Date: November 26 2017 9:15

Subject: Re: Itinerary Reports

To: Katy Vanderlin, Sexy Senior Consultant

Katy,

I find all the little notes to be quite helpful. Thank you for reminding me about the jacket as I may have forgotten how cold it is.

Also, I love the note about not standing too close to Irene from accounting, or I may get felt up after she has hit the punch a bit too much.

Reminded me of high school.

I will do my best to play the perfect doting fiancé, complete with giddiness.

But, as always, what makes a man truly giddy is a few risqué pictures sent his way.

Do be a doll, and hook your fiancé up.

Thanks, Pollux Clark,

Fiancé to Katy Vanderlin

* * *

I click send and relax back on my bed. It doesn’t take long for her to answer. And there’s an attached file. Fuck yes.

I open the email faster than Google can find porn.

From: Katy Vanderlin, Senior Consultant

Date: November 26 2017 9:18

Subject: Do Enjoy

To: Pollux Clark, Pretend Fiance

Pollux,

My notes were only to help, as I can’t have my future husband acting a fool if he is questioned about his opinions on the last election.

Furthermore, if we are to appear happy, you should know I hate cutesy nicknames and too much pda. Remain professional.

As for the photo you requested, I hope the giddiness flows through you. Enjoy.

Thanks, Katy Vanderlin

Senior Consultant

(Attached file)

* * *

I click the image and shake my head at a cartoon drawing of Snow White in a very awkward position with none other than Dopey. For fuck’s sake.

I press reply.

From: Pollux Clark, horny pretend fiance

Date: November 26 2017 9:22

Subject: Ouch, you’re mean

To: Katy Vanderlin, A woman with no shame in her game, Senior Consultant

Katy,

Giddy isn’t the word I would use to describe my current emotion. Disappointed would be a better one.

How could you deny a horny man’s request?

You send me Snow White, when I clearly want a picture of dirty Katy.

Although, I must say that position does look interesting.

Consider it as a preview of payment to be paid. Like a check, you send it, and I get the payment when I cash it.

And believe me, I will be cashing in on you.

Thanks, Pollux

* * *

I smile as I flick on the TV to watch a little CNN and barely hear my phone ping with the incoming email.

From: Katy Vanderlin, Spontaneous Senior Consultant

Date: November 26 2017 9:28

Subject: As if

To: Pollux Clark, annoying pretend fiance

Pollux,

I am not uptight. I’ll have you know I do spontaneous things. Case in point, the night we met.

My checkbook is currently empty, but maybe if you’re lucky I’ll save all the fun for the honeymoon.

Goodnight, Katy

I laugh when I read about the honeymoon. All sorts of visions of Katy bound and at my mercy fire off in my mind. My dick hardens and I lean back, my head on the pillow, and pump slowly. I don’t jerk off to the image of Snow White, no, mind is solely focused on Katy. The first night we met. Me wrapping my hand around her neck.

I jack off fast and hard, needing to be inside her again. I keep beating my cock as I imagine her soft, wet pussy. I may have changed my opinion on reports.