Not even her father seemed to move her. It was always the job. Kim wasn’t sure if even that made her happy. There was no way of telling.

“Stop lazing around up here and come downstairs,” her mother ordered with a solid pat on Kim’s shoulder. “Your father and I need to speak with you about something.”

Kim sighed heavily. “What is it? I was in the middle of something.”

“Downstairs in two.”

She watched as her mother swept out of the room as if nothing had transpired and Kim’s protests meant diddly-squat. Which was exactly the case. It was just expected that she’d do as her mother demanded. Her words and opinions were meaningless in this house, in this family.

She picked up her phone again and texted her best friend, Natasha.

Meet at the club tonight? I know I’m seriously gonna need to blow off steam when this day is over. Ugh.

She slapped her phone down on the mattress and forced herself from her bed, realizing there was no putting it off.

She might as well find out whatever latest scheme her parents wanted her involved in. Probably just another skinny nerd with a great idea her father wanted Kim to show a good time by pretending to be Paris Hilton.

It was embarrassing, not to mention demeaning.

She might have legs up to her armpits and green eyes that could charm George Clooney, but that didn’t mean she was dumb.

Minutes later, Kim sat, stunned.

Her parents had had a lot of shitty ideas about a lot of stuff, but this was by far the most outlandish scenario they’d ever come up with for her.

“Are you guys serious?” she asked for the second time, slightly dazed. “Or I am misunderstanding in some way?”

“Depends on what you understand,” her mother answered coolly. “If you understand that you’ve had a very privileged life, with opportunities that you’ve repeatedly squandered, that you’re not getting any younger, and that we feel it’s time you got serious about your future—then yes, you understand us correctly.”

“You actually want me not just to entertain but actually seduce some random stranger,” Kim repeated hotly, her eyes wide.

“He’s not a random stranger; you’ve already met Spencer Andrews. You just haven’t had a chance to spend a whole lot of time with him, that’s all. That’s what this is about. A summer in England, all expenses paid, to spend quality time with Spencer—and Lord and Lady Andrews, of course.”

“Seriously?” Kim’s horrified gaze shifted to her father. “Dad, do you understand what you guys are actually asking of me?”