“So what you’re telling me is TIC brokers relationships for people?” I ask Westin, still in shock from his confession that TIC stands for The Infidelity Corporation.

“What else would they be doing with the level of security this project has?”

“Maybe they are private investigators,” I blurt out, feeling very brave after my third gin and tonic.

“No way. That wouldn’t be a secret. Have you googled TIC?” he asks me, and I giggle shaking my head. “There is nothing online about them or The Infidelity Corporation, for that matter. Both are ghosts.”

“There’s no way to know what they do, then. It’s like trying to figure out what Area 51 does.”

“I’d normally agree, but I know more. If I tell you this, it can never leave your lips, okay?” His brow furrows, and he nervously scratches the back of his neck while I wait for him to continue. But he doesn’t. Instead, he signals to the waitress that we need another round of drinks. “I’m waiting,” I remind him, and he looks deep into my eyes, the way he has been doing all day long.

“Promise me you’ll never repeat it.”

“I promise,” I answer him quickly, not sure how I’ll feel about that agreement after his revelation.

“I was approached by someone years ago at a black tie event for my mother's organization. She was a friend of the family and said I’d get paid five-thousand dollars to interview with The Infidelity Corporation.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Swear to God.”

“Did you do it?”

“I planned on it, but that night after the event both my parents died in a car accident on their way home.”

“Oh, my God, Westin, I’m so sorry.” I place my hand on his and grab hold of him. He squeezes my hand back and says to me, “It’s okay, it was a long time ago.” His expression seems genuine and I have no idea how he can be okay with losing both his parents. I’d die if I ever lost mine.

“Why do you think they picked us?” I ask.

He loosens his tie, looking me up and down. It’s as if he’s searching for the right words. “I think they picked me because I already know their secret and you . . . I think someone wants you to join the corporation.”

Oh God, what does that even mean?

“Who would want that?” I ask.

“Are you kidding me? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You’re a thousand out of a ten, Sasha. I could be wrong, but from what I know about the company, they are the smartest people in the world, and everything they do has a reason behind it.”

“I don’t want a relationship brokered for me, Westin.”

“That’s a good thing for me, then. But they are tough to say no to.”

“I don’t care what they’d offer me, I’d say no. I know us sounds totally crazy, and you don’t date people you work with, but I want this.” And I point between the two of us. I haven’t the slightest clue what he’s thinking. But I know regardless of this new revelation, the logical part of my brain wants him and no one else. It doesn’t matter if I end up heartbroken, I don’t care, it’s worth the risk. Since I met Westin, he’s all I can think about. As crazy as it sounds, I’d let him have me on top of this table, in the middle of this restaurant right now if he wanted to.

He smirks, confirming that he agrees and there is no way this is not happening. The waiter sets the check on the table, and Westin takes out enough cash to cover it.

“So, it’s settled?” he asks me as I swallow the last sip of my drink, and I don’t even have the words to respond to him. A huge smile covers my face, giving him his answer. He takes me by the hand and leads me away from the table, outside to his waiting car.

As we sit in the back seat, the air between us feels stiff, and I have no clue what is going on. Westin is on his phone, and I nervously look out the window. Then I hear the click of him locking his phone and look over to see him placing it in his coat pocket.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Where are we going?”

“Where do you want to go?” he asks me with a grin on his face as his hand comes slowly toward me. He slides it into the top of my hair and slowly runs it through to the tips. I smile, feeling all warm and giddy from his attention. And even though I fought things in the beginning, I’m thrilled to be with him now. It’s not more than five minutes before we pull back up to the hotel. Westin gets out and then opens my door to help me.

Together we walk back inside like we did last night. The only difference this time is instead of resting his arm on my back, he wraps his fingers around mine to hold my hand.

“Are you good with things?” he asks, and I nod having no words. Even though I just learned that the company we are working for brokers relationships and might want me to join, I know with Westin by my side, none of that matters.

The elevator doors open to our floor, causing me to instantly feel a rage of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Westin is still gripping my hand tightly, and as we make our way down the hall, I’m nervous on so many levels. Then he blazes past my room and my heart skyrockets. It’s clear he’s taking me to his, and there is no stopping what’s meant to happen.

He opens the door, and I walk in. He quietly follows behind me making my heart pummel to the pit of my stomach.

Holy fuck, this is really happening.

“Tell me what you want,” he says stepping closer to me, and I blink wildly looking up at his sexy expression.

“I . . . I don’t know.” My words are a tangled mess; heat is radiating off him onto me, and I feel like I could stumble backward.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he whispers, and I shake my head, not sure how to respond.

“I don’t know what to say, I don’t do this often, or ever.”

“Are you a virgin?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“No,” I stare up into his sexy eyes.

“Do you want me?” he asks and runs his fingers down the side of my face and neck. Again my voice is absent, but somehow I manage to nod. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer,” he growls and scoops me off the floor. My dress rides up as my legs wrap around his waist. My mouth is watering for his, and I'm glad I don’t have to wait long.

He kisses me and gently lowers me to the bed, pressing his hard shaft against my aching pussy.

“Mmmhhh,” I moan softly, his lips prompting mine to open.

He tastes like heaven; a sweet concoction of mint and gin. He’s gentle with his kisses, which is not what I expected. However, he’s not gentle as he grinds himself against me, every motion against my clit makes me squirm a bit.

My hands reach for his shirt, and I untuck it. He briefly sits up, tossing off his coat and yanking off his tie, all while the sexiest expression covers his face.

I lie there panting, not sure what to do, and as he lowers himself again, he says,“Fuck, I want you,” and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.

“Me too,” I mumble against his lips. My words seem to unleash a monster inside him, and he’s suddenly tearing my dress from my body. Before I know it, I’m almost naked and can’t do anything to stop him. My bra is pushed up, and he’s devouring my breasts, causing my body to tremble with pleasure. His mouth is even more talented than I thought it could be; his tongue laps up and down causing me to push up toward him.

I reach for his cock, this train now barreling down the tracks with no end in sight. He grunts when he feels my touch, encouraging me to continue as he sucks harder.

“Fuck!” I shout as his teeth scrape on the end of one nipple. I pull away, a mix of pain and pleasure like I’ve never felt floods through my veins. Westin pushes me against the mattress, lowering the zipper on his pants and filling the room with the sound. I try to catch my breath but find that to be a difficult task, and before I know it, he lowers my panties and the very hot head of his dick lands on my pussy. He kisses me again, and I feel him kick off his shoes and pants. Then in one swift move, my bra is unclasped, and for a second this all feels like a dream. But I’m reminded it isn’t as I lie panting and waiting.

“Don’t move,” he says.

I wouldn’t dare.

But my eyes follow his gorgeous naked body. The familiar tear of the condom packet fills my ears, and I feel like combusting as I watch him roll it down his very, very, large shaft. I press my thighs together in anticipation; he struts casually to me, with his cock bobbing with each step. Leaning down, he kisses me, and I swear I’ve never wanted something more than I do him at this moment.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, pulling away and kneeling between my legs to cup my sex.

No, he’s the perfect one.

Then all of a sudden he slides not one, but two fingers inside me. He grips my pussy and begins to move his fingers in a way I’ve never felt. It’s as if he’s searching for something. Then he seems to find it and knows just what to do.

His touch sends my body out of control, and I thrash crazily against the bed. It doesn’t help relieve the pleasure as Westin just keeps fingering me harder, holding me down with his free hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I scream, fire burning my insides.

“Yes, let go,” he orders me in a deep tone, and I hold his stare for as long as I can before my eyes roll back into my head, and an earth-shattering orgasm takes over. I scream, I pant, I lash, I grip his thigh looking for any relief, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he takes me on a wild ride, and the instant I feel my body coming back down to reality, I’m being stretched by his cock.

“Oh, God,” I cry out and look down to see his shaft struggling to fit inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grumbles, slowly stroking himself into me inch by inch. The veins on his shaft bulge through the condom and he slowly works himself inside me using the wetness from my orgasm.

When he finally pushes through, the sensation is incredible. “I . . . I . . . ” I search for the right words, but the constant torment on my pussy is too much to handle.

He’s thrusting quickly in and out of me, over and over making my body arch upward. He takes his hands and lifts me up holding me as his balls slap my ass.

My cries of desire get louder, that familiar feeling of bliss I just had is knocking on my door again, and before I can control my own body, Westin does it for me, knowing just want I want, what I need. He rips me from the reality of this world to a place so fuckin’ ambitious, I could die. I don’t understand what or how he is doing what he is to me, but I swear to God, I don’t want it to end—ever.