Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett moseyed back to his desk, plopped down in his swivel chair, and leaned back, eyeing the food box on the table. With a casual air, he said, "Cook for me for a month, with your own hands, and I'll let her start the job on a trial basis for a month." Selena was shocked. He really was the quintessential businessman, wasn't he? He didn't even leave the crumbs behind!

She was tempted to snap back with a biting comment but paused, thinking it over. If she walked away with nothing, wouldn't she be worse off?

Even though she didn't care much about Lydia getting the job, pulling this off would at least give her uncle a break from her aunt's nagging, giving him some peace for a while.

"Fine, I'll agree, but I've got my own terms!" Selena marched up to the desk, leaning over it to glare at him. "Transfer last month's salary to me right away. The cooking costs are extra. And, as per our contract, I'm not obligated to share a bed with you. You're not to touch me again!"

Everett's eyes narrowed.

The money? He didn't care about that. No matter how much she spent, he could handle it. But the no-touching rule? That wasn't sitting well.

He was a man with normal needs and wasn't tired of her yet. Their brief encounter earlier hadn't come close to satisfying him.

However, he could hear the determination in Selena's voice, like she was ready to go all out if he pushed her.

A good hunter knows when to change tactics. Sometimes, a softer approach works wonders. Everett prided himself on being the best hunter, with all the patience in the world to play this game.

smirked, "Alright, you can tell your uncle's niece she

answer, Selena turned on her

legs peeking out from beneath her business suit. He felt a familiar heat rise within

pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out,

back and exhaled

...

bumped into Joy, who looked a bit shaken, her eyes red like she'd

they were

personal was overwhelming. Selena, usually thick-skinned, found herself

awkward silence hung between

it first, "Selena, did you... patch things up with Everett? I

tension. They could just pretend it

and she didn't hide her irritation. "It

her expression a mix of curiosity

you think. Absolutely not!" Selena quickly covered Joy's mouth. "If we're really friends, let's