Page 98 of One Wealthy Wedding

Brenda is looking at me like she’s realizing the same thing.

Theo grins. “Nah, you know I can’t bake. I didn’t mysteriously learn while you were in class. I got it from that bakery on 83rd Street that I like. Mom? Cake? Cole?”

Cole laughs. “I’ll have one lick of frosting, please. Gotta keep my abs for the season.” He pats his perfectly flat stomach.

“More for me,” Theo says happily, serving his mom and himself massive slices. “Cat. Dessert?” His eyes are an invitation. Come here and have a taste.

“I’ll have a bite of yours,” I say. We need to sell this. Brenda is watching us, and Theo, for some reason, insists that she needs to think this marriage is real. Cole is watching us with amusement.

Theo spoons a bite of chocolate into my mouth, like this is something we do all the time. I barely taste the chocolate. “Thanks, darling.”

“You have some chocolate on your lip,” he murmurs. He brushes the imaginary chocolate with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth. I feel his mom’s eyes on us the entire time. When she and Cole start bringing plates downstairs, I round on Theo.

“I hate this,” I hiss. “I don’t know anything about you, and we look like fools. Can we just tell her the truth?”

He shakes his head. “We just have to keep it up until tomorrow.”

“She’s really staying the night?”

Theo nods. This is worse than I imagined. “Which bedroom?”

“The one across from mine.”

“Shit.” I look at Theo. “We have to share a bed. One of us will sneak out in the wee hours. Or we’ll stay up late so she doesn’t realize we’re sleeping in separate bedrooms.”

“And if we have to share?” He raises both brows. “Can you handle that?” He looks amused at my panic, those green eyes laughing at me, even his stance communicating that he is totally unbothered by this development.

“Can you? You almost ravished me this morning.” Theo’s in my space. I’m closer than I was when we started this stupid conversation. He smells good. It’s so annoying that he always smells good. Why can’t he be disgusting instead of disgustingly handsome?

“You were the one in my room.” He gives me a cocky grin. “You were the one who was rubbing against me.”

“I was not rubbing.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, baby.” He wags his brows. “You got me most of the way there with that hickey.”

“If I sleep in that bed, we will be sleeping.”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “If you can resist. You might be tempted to work on the list with me. In fact, we can start with the frosting from the cake. I’ll lick it off you. You lick it off me.”

“That’s not on there,” I say, before I realize my mistake.

Theo’s eyes light up. “Then we can start with…” He cocks his head. “Public sex.”

I redden.

“That’s on there?”

I don’t respond, and he groans softly. “Forget I asked.”

His mom and Cole are coming back up the stairs, and I start cleaning up the food with jerky movements.

“Let me, wife.” Theo gives me that crooked smile and bumps me out of the way.

“You’re an idiot,” I hiss.

“You like it.”

“I hate you,” I mutter.

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