“I’ll have to report this to Mr. Sokol.” Matthew sighed.
“I’ll make the report myself. I think things will go more smoothly if Mr. Sokol and I work this out between the two of us.” Kat walked to the edge of the street, intent on flagging down a cab, ending this farce, and getting her life back on track.
“Where are you going?” Matthew asked, his voice rife with tension. The kid was going to have to relax or he’d have a coronary before he was thirty. “We’re supposed to meet up with the rest of the contestants in an hour.”
“I’ll be there, don’
t worry.” Kat waved over her shoulder as a cab pulled to the curb.
“You can’t do this!” he shouted again, running toward her, cameraman in tow.
Kat smiled as she disappeared into the backseat of the cab.
Now the dodge ball was in her hands and Mr. Sokol wasn’t going to know what hit him. He would never expect her to show up on his doorstep. The man had gone to great lengths to conceal his real name—and the scandalous reputation attached to it—from the Catch a King contestants. But Kat had discovered his true identity long before she put her pen to her contract. No woman in her right mind would go to work for a mystery man, especially someone with her entire future riding on the outcome of his venture.
Some people assumed Kat was crazy, but she had always been in her right mind, even when she had made her ugliest mistakes. It was a fact her lawyer hadn’t appreciated and she certainly wasn’t proud of, but it was the truth and she valued the truth. It could be a priceless commodity, especially when it was something someone else didn’t want to be revealed.
She knew the truth about Mr. Sokol. She knew all of his dirty secrets and everything he was trying to hide, and she planned to use that knowledge to get what she wanted.
From now on, she wasn’t spiraling anywhere but up, and the sooner Mr. Sokol and his people got the memo, the better.
CHAPTER TWO
Katarina
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kat’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mr. Sokol and the three nearly naked bimbos rolling around in his bed.
She had heard that he was a “bad boy”—if a forty-year-old man could still be considered a boy—but this was ridiculous.
The girls jumped at the sound of her voice, giggling hysterically. The high-pitched squeaks reminded Kat of the time she had stepped on her little brother’s hamster. The women seemed surprised by the interruption, but not one of them made a move to cover her gravity-defying boobs or to scramble off of the giant bed.
For his part, Mr. Sokol seemed unable to tear his eyes away from the thong-clad asses of the giggle triplets or to reposition the hand of the blonde woman that had found its way to his upper thigh.
It was three o’clock in the afternoon, for God’s sake. Didn’t he have the decency to get a room?
Well, technically this was a room. But it was supposed to be an office, not a makeshift bordello. It was not supposed to have dark red velvet walls, to be lit by enormous candles, or to be dominated by possibly the largest bed in existence.
“Katarina,” Sokol said with a smile, waving at her from his position at the head of the bed. “I’ve been wondering when you would find the time to stop by. Would you care to join us?”
“Join you?” Kat sputtered, unable to believe the man had shocked her into repeating a question. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t clarify; she responded.
“I think there’s room for one more. Don’t you, girls?” His green eyes twinkled above a smile that made too many promises for one man to keep.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t share.” Kat offered him a wink and a slow smile, recovering fairly quickly if she did say so herself. “And even if I did, I think I’d prefer to be the one outnumbered.”
“Touché,” the pervert replied with a laugh as he crawled to the edge of the bed. “We’re done for today, girls. All of you more than passed the final test.”
The girls squealed and began jumping up and down on the bed, setting their mammoth breasts to jiggling. Kat’s stomach churned. There was something vaguely nauseating about all those fake boobs bobbing up and down, looking like water balloons on the verge of bursting.
“Now if you wouldn’t mind, I have some other business to attend to.” Sokol’s eyes flicked to Kat with a look that was anything but businesslike. “You’ll be getting your contracts in the mail.”
The women thanked him profusely before bouncing off of the bed and disappearing into the enormous bathroom.
Kat leaned in for a peek, wrinkling her nose.
Sure enough, even the bathroom was orgy-sized.
“Now what can I do for you?” Sokol rubbed his hands together as he walked toward her, grinning as if they were long-lost friends.