Page 140 of By His Rule

A shudder rips through me when his fingers gently brush the skin just beneath my hairline.

“Kian,” I warn.

“What? If we’re fake dating each other, there’s nothing wrong with us benefiting from it.”

“You laid the benefits out a moment ago. Discourage Matt and send your fan club after other eligible bachelors.”

“Aw, you think I’m eligible.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re hot. Sue me.”

The car slows and I look out, hopeful that I’ll find my apartment.

Nope, just a set of lights.

“What are your plans this weekend?”

“Well…I did consider popping to Paris. It’s been a while. Or maybe Rome. But it might just be a little too much for a weekend, so I think I’ll probably just hang out at home. Maybe have lunch with Tate. Get takeout. Wash my hair.”

“Think I prefer the first options.”

“Ah, yes, but then you’re a billionaire who can charter a jet and go wherever you want in the world at the drop of a hat. Us mere mortals need to book commercial flights and spend hours in an airport.”

He smirks. “Having money sure has its benefits.” I roll my eyes hard enough to hurt. “Can I take you out?”

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

“But we’re dating,” he sulks, sticking his bottom lip out like a petulant child.

“No, you have floated an idea about us faking it. An idea I have yet to agree to.”

“But you’re going to,” he states arrogantly.

“Am I?” I quiz.

“Of course you are. You know I’m right. And anyway, dating me would be fucking awesome.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you?”

“Lorelei Tempest, did you Google me?” he asks, quirking a brow.

“I think it’s only sensible to know as much about my boss as possible.”

“And I’m sure whatever shit has been written about me in the media was very enlightening.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. All those scorned women you’ve left in your wake really had a lot to say.”

“Lies. All of them.”

“Good to know. So…previous girlfriends?”

“You’re right. I’ve never dated anyone seriously. Ever. I’ll be good at it, though.” He leans closer, allowing his breath to race down my neck. “I know exactly how to treat a woman.”

Oh my god.

Without instruction from my brain, my head turns to look at him.

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