Page 11 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

Merry stared. “I can’t see anything.”

Jane’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!”

Merry turned around, following Jane’s gaze.

Jane quickly pinched herself again.

Merry turned back to her. “What?”

“Sorry,” Jane apologized. “I thought I saw someone giving you the finger.”

Merry gasped.

“But actually he was just going to pick his nose, so, umm, yuck.”

“Who the hell—-”

“Anyway,” Jane interrupted, “do you see it?” She turned her head to the side.

“No.” And this time, Merry’s voice was hard.

“Are you sure?” But Jane was already wondering if she should have pinched herself harder.

“Not a mark.”

Well, shit. What the hell did a girl have to do to get a self-made hickey? Stab herself in the neck?

“You know what?” Merry’s bright red lips formed a sneer. “I think you’re lying.”

And I think you’re being a bitch, Jane thought. Both of them now knew Jane was lying her ass off. What she didn’t get was why Merry saw the need to rub it in.

This was almost the same scenario as last year, Jane realized uneasily. Then, she had been unable to understand the need for cruelty and viciousness—-

And she had made the mistake of speaking up.

Never again.

Jane faked a vague smile. “I don’t get you.” She stepped back. “I need to go. Happy Employee Appreciation Day.” She turned and walked away.

And that’s why you don’t get your Disney moment, she heard an imaginary Jaike sigh inside her mind.

I know. Jane wanted to sigh herself.

And she was so busy wallowing in her self-pity that she didn’t see that she was walking straight—-

Bam!

Oh my God, had she bumped into Iron Man or something? That effing hurt!

She looked up.

Her jaw dropped.

“Baby?”

Behind her, Merry echoed disbelievingly, “Baby?”

“Baby.” The British stranger-who-wasn’t-really-a-stranger flashed a heart-stopping, devilish smile at Jane—-

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