Page 20 of Never Say Yes To Your Best Friend (I said Yes)

Well, I like being too extra.

Being too extra makes me hella good at my job.

I try to pretend I don’t see him, but that would be like coming face to face with an opossum hanging from a tree and pretending it’s not awesomely amazing and cute as the dickens. Not that Mont is cute in any way. He’s not. He’s toomasculineto be called cute. Those muscles of his and his expensive, perfectly fitted clothing, insane jawline, and godly cheekbones…it’s not cute, but it is bad for the libido.Mylibido. It wakes up instantly in his presence and gets ideas that my brain is not here for. Not today, Satan.

Yes, today, Satan!My vagina practically screams.

I can’t pretend I don’t notice he’s here when I’m staring right at him, so I clear my throat and put on my big girl panties. “Good morning,” I greet in reluctance.

“Good morning,” he says smoothly, but there’s something in his dark eyes. Something that says he wants something. From me.

Before my lady bits get any ideas, I remind myself it’s only fake girlfriend duties. He’s kept his end of the bargain so far. I haven’t done jack shit at all to meet mine, but he hasn’t asked me to, and I certainly wasn’t going to volunteer any sort of get-togethers or meet-and-greets with his family. I mean, I already met his mom.That should be more than enough to put to bed any doubts about me being real or not.

“I was wondering if you might…if you’d think we could…um, do something in order to get to know each other. In case a situation arises where we might need to know each other. At least the basics.”

“I could print out a fact sheet for you. And you could give me one in return.”

“Very good.” But he doesn’t look like it’s very good. “But I think we should know how to act around each other. If we’re stiff and awkward, it’s not going to fly. Looking like we can’t stand each other doesn’t exactly scream match made in lovey-dovey land either.”

“Eww,” I say with a frown.

“My point exactly.”

Ugh. I knew this was coming. I knew it, and I had something in my arsenal prepared. It’s always good to have an ace up one’s sleeve. “There’s a charity event. A Bingo night for a rat rescue that my friend runs.”

His mouth drops, and he blinks at me. Blinks at me some more. Then, he smiles. And drops the smile before blinking three more times. “Oh. You’re serious. I could have believed Bingo, but rats?”

“Pet rats,” I correct him.

“Ahh.”

“You think someone would raise money to help wild rats?” Maybe someone should. Wild rats probably need love as well.

He shrugs. He should not look so hot when he does that. It’s just literally bone and gristle lifting up, but on him and in the divine black dress shirt, it looks tantalizingly delicious.

The next most scrumptious flavor of pudding? Magical, Marvelous, Miraculous Mont Montfield.That is exactly the kind of wrong thought process that has been going through my brainon repeat for the past however many days since I first met this man. I’m not going to admit knowing how many days it’s been, though.

“Nothing wrong with helping wild rats.”

“Hmm.” Damn it, he did not just go there in his mind the way I went there in mine. “It’s for pet rats. They end up in rescue too, just like other small animals.”

“And when is this lovely social event?” he asks.

“Friday night.”

“As in, tomorrow?”

So much for hoping he’d get the days wrong. He just stands there looking scrumptious and innocent and hot and nice. Everyone here is singing his praises for being such an amazing, caring boss. A boss who wants to give back. Literally. He’s handing over all the shares to his employees, and he’ll keep the same amount everyone here has. We’re all owners. It will be official soon. Everyone here got a raise as well, and when the restructuring is completed, everyone will feel like their job matters even more than they already knew it mattered. Plus, health insurance is getting a big boost and becoming incredibly comprehensive.

“Yes, tomorrow,” I say.

“And this would be at what time?”

“Seven.”

“Seven on the dot, or I come and pick you up at seven and find that you’ve already left and the event is nearly over, and we only have five minutes together to get down to very important business?”

Veryimportantbusinesssounds way too sexy.

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