Cricket
I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only a hotel blanket and what had to be the dumbest expression ever. I glanced at my reflection in the dressing table mirror. I was a tangle of post-f**k blonde hair, and yep, I had the dumbest look I’d ever had on my face. I squared my shoulders and tried to bolster my nerve.
“I’m sorry, but what the hell are you talking about?” I asked, petrified to learn (and possibly incriminate myself) more.
“Three million, actually,” he said casually.
“What?” I exclaimed, not at all believing what I was hearing. Jase continued casually, as if this were a shareholder meeting for a shoe company.
“One million of that is for you personally, another portion will be your budget to rebrand the club, and the remainder is for me to use as needed during the t
