He was becoming the most important person in my life very quickly. I knew that falling in love with him wasn’t an option, but it was too late, and I knew he was falling for me. The question was: how were we going to continue our relationship after he collected his trust fund?
When I arrived home and opened the door, Molly and Kara were huddled on the couch, watchingSex in the Citywith a pint of ice cream and spoons in their hands. I set my purse down and sat in between them.
“How did your interviews go?”
“Great,” Kara spoke. “They said they’d let us know by the end of tomorrow.”
“I’m keeping my fingers crossed for both of you! By the way, Max is picking us up at seven for dinner.” I took the spoon from Kara and dipped it in the ice cream.
“Please tell me he has a brother,” Molly begged.
“Sorry. He only has a nasty seventeen-year-old sister named Fiona. For some reason, that girl hates me.”
“Friends, perhaps?” Kara smiled.
“I never met any of his friends.”
“That’s weird. Don’t you think you should?”
I shrugged. “We have a three-month arrangement. He probably doesn’t want his friends involved.”
I took one last bite of ice cream and got up from the couch to change for dinner. Kara and Molly followed suit and did the same. At precisely seven o’clock, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Darren was standing there.
“Come on in, Darren. We’re almost ready.”
“Max informed me that your friends were in town and that you were forced to tell them about your ‘arrangement.’”
“Yeah. But I trust them with my life, so I’m not worried. Molly. Kara. I would like you to meet Darren, Max’s driver.”
“Nice to meet you, ladies.” Darren smiled.
“Nice to meet you too, Darren,” they both chimed at the same time.
We walked down to the car, and I looked around because the only thing in front of the building was a limousine.
“No Rolls today, Darren?”
“Not today, Emma.” He winked as he opened the door.
I slid in first, taking the seat next to Max.
“Hey, good looking.” I smiled as I leaned over and kissed his lips.
“Hey, beautiful.” He took my purse from me and set it down on the floor. “Hello, ladies.”
Both girls blushed as they sat across from us. It wasn’t hard to do when one of the hottest and sexiest guys in the universe spoke to you.
“Did you tell them about the engagement party?”
“Umm. No.”
“We would love it if the two of you would join us Saturday night at our engagement party.”
Molly frowned. “Engagement party? Isn’t that taking things a bit far?”
“It’s my parents. They feel the need to show off to their friends.”
“We’d love to come and celebrate your fake engagement.” Kara smiled.