Page 91 of Pandora's Pleasure

“It’s hard when I’m trying to avoid boredom.”

“The VP invited me to go work for him.”

My expression reflected my disbelief. I mean, that man was more cautious than the President. Pandora was far more progressive. Not to mention, he was on the wrong fucking team.

She continued with flushed cheeks. “Just as we were discussing the details of my new role in the White House—”

“You wouldn’t have taken the job.”

“Maybe I would have. Maybe I’m ready to do the opposite of what everyone expects. But that’s not the point.”

“What is?”

She raised her index finger with indignance. “While we were discussing the details, you set off a firestorm inside my pussy. You timed it for that exact moment when I was talking with him.”

“I didn’t have the controller.”

“You asked me why I slapped you.” She glared up at me. “It’s because you used that despicable word.”

I blinked as though confused.

“You know which one,” she snapped.

“Cunt?” I grabbed her pointing finger and gave it a waggle. “I recall elegantly describing it as a famous debutante’s cu—”

“No!” She pulled her hand away. “No more of that in front of me.”

Her response sparked my amusement; I kind of liked this version of her. “What did you and Theo talk about?”

“Vanguard.” She threw me a triumphant look.

“That’s not something he would discuss.”

She tapped her necklace. “This gets me in.”

Glancing at my wristwatch, I feigned disinterest.

“From your reaction, Mr. Godman, you’ve considered taking me.”

I smiled. “You’re not ready. I doubt you’ll ever be. For starters, you have to be able to lean into the word cunt.”

“I want separate rooms when we get to the hotel.”

My jaw tightened. “We have to pretend that we more than just like each other. After theNew York Timesprinted a front-page photo of you slapping my face this morning we’ve had to fine-tune our public persona.” I threw up my hands in frustration. “The headline wasTrouble in Camelot?”

“I thought my father’s scandal was about to hit the press.” She casually took a sip of her wine. “Which meant you and I would never see each other again.”

I studied her face. “Is that what you want?”

Becca appeared and got my attention. “Sir, Andrew’s ready.”

I gave a nod of thanks.

“I doubt the staff at the resort will care how we act together,” said Pandora. “Anyway, this is my first vacation and I want it to be special.”

“What are you talking about?”

Her father was a billionaire, for God’s sake. That didn’t make any sense.