When Tim came back into the conference room, I was sitting in the same place as when he’d left.

Seconds before he’d walked in, I had just finished picking up the notepads and pens that Brett had swiped onto the floor. As I’d squatted down to get them, more of his cum had dampened my panties. Fortunately, my tank top was long and covered the stains I was sure were soaking through.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what we had just done.

But I knew my pussy was sore, my cheeks felt flushed, and my hair was probably even messier than before.

Brett had admitted he was wrong.

He’d apologized.

It was exactly what I’d needed from him.

And then the possibility of things between us going back to where they had been was completely taken away from me.

Brett had said that signing with him would increase my chance of getting my career back.

But that meant our relationship would only be professional.

His hands would never touch me again.

I’d never feel his skin against mine.

“Did the two of you work things out?” Tim asked with his eyebrow raised as he sat next to me. “I didn’t realize you knew each other.”

I turned toward him and opened my mouth, pausing as I thought about how I should respond. Tim had been with me since I was thirteen. He knew the details of what had gone on with Calvin; he certainly didn’t need to know anything had happened with Brett. It wouldn’t look good for either of us, especially since I’d already lost one agent.

“Things are fine now,” I told him.

The door opened again, and the four partners walked in. Based on their expressions, I didn’t think Max, Jack, or Scarlett knew that Brett had bent me over the table. But I wondered if they had noticed that Brett changed his suit. Instead of black, he now wore navy with a striped tie rather than a solid.

I wanted to ask him if we’d gotten something on it, but that wasn’t really appropriate anymore.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” Brett said, sitting in the same seat he’d been in before. “I’m going to put together a contract that will outline my scope of work and the percentages I charge. If your attorney has questions, we’ll address them. Once you’re signed, my team will start working immediately.”

“I just got off the phone with her attorney,” Tim said. “He’s aware of the situation, and he’s promised to have the contract read by the end of the day.”

“Good. Now, you’re going to need a publicist. I have one on my team who’s the best in the business. You’re free to hire her, or you can look elsewhere, but you need someone to handle the media.”

I glanced at Tim, and I could tell we agreed.

Tim’s eyes moved from mine to Brett’s, and he said, “We’ll use yours to keep it all in-house.”

Brett nodded and continued, “Assuming you sign the contract, you, Tim, and I will fly to LA tomorrow morning. My team will set up an appointment with the police, and you’ll speak to them until they have all the information they need. Then, we’ll swing by your house to get your personal items, and we’ll fly right back.”

“Wait.” I glanced at Tim to see if that answer was on his face, too. He looked as clueless as me, which meant this was all news to him. “Why do I need to grab personal items?”

“Because you’re moving.”

I felt my eyes widen, and my hands gripped the edge of the table, pulling me closer to it. “I’m moving?”

“That’s the only way this will work. I have to get you out of LA. It’s toxic for you to be there right now.”

“You want me in Miami?” I knew my questions were repetitive, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Moving here would only bring me closer to him, and that would make this even harder. “What do I get out of this?”

“You get the best fucking agent in the business.” He took his jacket off and set it on the next chair, his cuff links banging on the wood as his arms returned to the table. “My plan is to reintroduce you to the media, but it has to happen slowly. We need to get them comfortable with you again. That means, keeping you out of the direct spotlight for just a little while. If we throw you right back in to auditions and industry parties in LA, you’ll get rejected. That’s why I’m scaling back, keeping you in Miami, starting with local fundraisers, charity events, places where you’ll be noticed and photographed but in a positive environment.”

He glanced down at his hands, and my eyes followed. My skin began to heat as I thought about the way he’d used them to hold me against the table and rub my clit.

“My team will decide what you wear. Whom you’ll speak to.” His stare moved back to mine. “But something needs to be made extremely clear. I’m the boss. That’s nonnegotiable.”

“Where will I live?”

“Our realtor will find you a place,” Scarlett said.

I’d almost forgotten Brett’s other partners were still in the room with us.

“We’ll have a lease signed before you return from LA. If the apartment isn’t available for a few days, we have one here for our clients to use while they’re in town. It’s large enough for you and Tim, if you’d both like to stay there.”

I knew Tim wouldn’t be moving to Miami with me.

I didn’t even know how I was going to move here.

Everything was spinning.

Fast.

And I had no control over any of it.

Brett’s plan was going to change my whole life.

Again.

“You need to make a decision, James.”

Everyone in the room was looking at me, waiting for an answer.

There were so many other agencies in LA and some in New York, and I hadn’t met with any of them. I wondered what their ideas would sound like, if they would come up with a better plan than Brett’s.

“You want your career more than anything in this world. I’m going to get it back for you. Trust me. I know what’s best for you.”

Brett’s words repeated in my head.

Something made me want to trust him, to believe he would try his hardest to get back what I had lost.

Deep down, I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He just wanted to help me more.

I had to respect him for that.

Still, it stung like hell.

I glanced at the partners’ faces, moving from Scarlett to Max and finally Jack. There was confidence in their eyes. Determination. A will that my old agent never had.

Then, I looked at Tim. I didn’t need to ask what he wanted; I already knew.

My eyes shifted once more and fixed on Brett’s.

I knew what this meant.

I knew what I would be giving up.

Somehow, I’d just have to find a way to accept it.

“Okay, let’s do it,” I told him. “Let’s get me signed.”