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Fiction and Reality merge for a young ingenue.
"He did just kiss me, didn't he? I didn't dream that, did I?"
"No!" Kelly Jo laughed, her mirth quickly dying when Ashley put a chokehold on the hand she was holding. "Ash, you're killing my hand. Ashley? Ash!"
Ashley's beautiful face was as white as a sheet, her eyes locked onto something across the room. "He's here."
"Who's here?" Beverly asked, looking around.
"Matthew." Kelly Jo supplied, also glancing around, her expression grave. "Her husband."
James took the envelope from Nathan and read it over, stopped, then read it again.
"By now, you should have had a nice lunch and are ready to accomplish your ninth task on the scavenger hunt. The ninth task is to give a lady head, otherwise known as cunnilingus. Simple task? No. James must be chosen to accomplish this task and the lady chosen is Mrs. Blake Edwards. The reward will be $4,750 dollars, with $1,900 for the non-participants. The proof required is a phone call to Nathan from Mrs. Edwards as the act is in progress. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion."
"Do you know who Mrs. Blake Edwards is?"
Nathan shook his head negatively. "No, sir. I'm afraid I don't."
"Her stage name is Julie Andrews."
"Wow." Nathan breathed. "I understand that you spoke with her this afternoon."
The older man stared at the driver. "How'd you find that out?"
Nathan just smiled and stepped forward, setting two objects in front of him. With astonishment, he recognized it as Miss Andrews' wallet and her platinum compact. "I'm sure she'll want these back."
"She'll think I stole them!"
"No, she won't the front desk has already called and told her that they were found in the lobby. And that a patron is going to bring them up to her."
"Well, that's pretty smooth, Nathan, but we are talking about Julie Andrews here."
Nathan threw his head back and laughed. "You think just because she's such a goody-goody on TV, that she's one in real life, too?" The driver grinned at James' expression. "Let me let you in on a little secret. She's as depraved as everyone else is. In fact, she requests special services from us all the time because she can count on our discretion. And I know I can count on yours."
"Of course, Nathan." James fingered the wallet. "So I take it that she's waiting for me?"
"Yep." Nathan pressed a condom into the man's hand. "I have been authorized to offer you an additional $2,000 if you fuck her and bring this back full of your cum."
James looked at the condom, a face swimming in his mind's eye. Not that of the delectable Julie Andrews, but that of Beverly. If he did this, would she understand that he was doing it for the game?
God, he felt so strange! He'd never worried so much over a women, especially one that he hadn't fucked yet. No, that was the wrong word. Fucking was not something he thought of with Beverly. He thought of lying in her arms, her bulk spooned behind him, enveloping him in warmth. He thought of seeing her face across from his at the breakfast table, listening to the sound of her voice and hearing her laughter. He thought of walking into an event holding her hand, her warm fingers intertwined with his as he faced the coldness of the professional world, knowing that she was not only at his side but in his heart. He wasn't thinking about fucking. He was thinking about lovemaking, about love. About love.
"Okay." He palmed the plastic-encased square and shoved it into his pocket. "What's her room number?"
Matthew returned to the room in the employee compound.