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spend it," he commented with a dry laugh. "I'm amenable to all of that. Anything else?"
     
    "I don't want you and your mistresses doing the dirty deed in our marital home," I said, feeling a rush of anger at the image of walking in on Brandon screwing the brains out of a nameless, faceless woman in the home we'll be sharing. "If I catch you doing so, I gain the right to terminate the contract with all of the remaining instalments of the full payment to be deposited directly to me within thirty days after the termination is formalized. It's all in there."
     
    If that condition bothered him, he didn't show, because he only smiled smugly. 
     
    "That won't be a problem, Ms. Samuels," he said. "I don't bring my romantic affairs home. If you think that's one way to get out of this with all of the money and without fulfilling your side of the bargain, think again."
     
    I stuck out my tongue at him while making a nauseous face. "Thank God I don't have to sleep with you. You're probably like a stone statue in bed—all cold and emotionless. Aren't your women just better off with a dildo or do they just want shoulders to grab on to so they have you instead?"
     
    Holy guacamole, Charlotte. Where did you learn to talk like that?
     
    The truth was, I was no sex adventuress. Like never. Ever. 
     
    But something about Brandon just provoked the worst of my temper. I was saying the damndest things around him all the time.
     
    But instead of getting riled up, his mouth just turned up on one corner, his eyes giving me a lazy, challenging look. "Wouldn't you like to know."
     
    Well. Brandon The Boor can actually flirt.
     
    My cheeks heated up but I just rolled my eyes. "No, thanks. I don't sleep with art pieces especially those who speak when they are either not supposed to or just full of crap when they do."
     
    He assaulted my senses further when he grinned broadly. "It's only crap if they're things you don't want to hear and those usually are the truth."
     
    I hate to admit it but I agreed. "Have I told you I don't like you, Mr. Maxfield?"
     
    "Not in so many words, Ms. Samuels, but you've certainly shown it," he answered with a husky laugh.
     
    Damn it. Why did the man have to be in such good humor today when mine was frayed thin from the stress of the week?
     
    "Well, I've got to do the most damage I can while we're not married yet," I said, squaring my shoulders and thrusting up my chin. "When will I get the revised contract?"
     
    "It'll be ready by tomorrow morning," he promised, folding the contract and slipping it inside his jacket's pocket. "My father is arriving on Sunday and I thought we'd announce it during the family brunch which you're attending with me."
     
    My heart constricted at the thought of having to look Martin in the eye and lying to his face. Him and the rest of the Maxfields. 
     
    Oh, God. When this contract ends maybe you can forget about pastry school and become an actress instead. You'll get tons of practice.
     
    "I can't. I have to work Sunday morning," I said.
     
    He scowled. "The contract states you have to quit all your jobs when you marry me."
     
    "It does," I agreed with a nod, downing the last of my coffee. "When I marry you, not before. When is the wedding going to be anyway so I can give Bobby the notice? It's not easy finding and training a new person."
     
    Brandon gritted his teeth because he knew I was right with how the contract was written. "In two weeks but you'll be introduced to everyone as my fiancee before then and it would be unseemly for you to still be working as a waitress when you're engaged to me."
     
    I rolled my eyes. "I don't get my money until after the wedding and I've got to eat before then so I need the job. Besides, what's wrong with that? Gives it a romantic spin, doesn't it, if people think that you fell head over heels in love with a lowly waitress and that you just had to marry her right away?"
     
    "I am not head over heels in love with you," he ground