A stunning woman walked straight up to Benedict and me without so much as a greeting.
I looked at Benedict. He clearly had no intention of making introductions. Irritation was written all over his face.
Out of courtesy, I extended my hand to her, ready to introduce myself.
"As if you're worth it," that beautiful face said, dripping venom.
Before I could react, she pulled a stack of photos from her bag and flung them onto Benedict's desk. "Take a look at your new girlfriend's explicit photos." She leaned against the desk, her expression pure mockery. "I have to say, she's quite the performer."
"With this kind of PR liability, I'd say the contract can be terminated right now, don't you think?"
My mind went blank. Explicit photos? Of me?
The previous nine contract girlfriends had all been terminated without warning. The woman standing before me made it obvious why.
Athena Simmons. The sole heiress of the Simmons family. Benedict Fox's childhood sweetheart.
I picked up one of the photos, studied it carefully, then looked up at Benedict's expression.
"Well, isn't this entertaining. That's twice now your image has fallen apart, Thelma." He was mocking me.