Page 10 of Devour

His eyes narrow. “Are you wearing underwear?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“I didn’t include any, did I? So you shouldn’t be wearing any.”

It’s true that I’m not because I don’t have any, but he doesn’t need to know that. I change the subject. “Why red? It’s a rehearsal dinner.”

His eyes scan my body and his face turns to one of pure desire and promises of sin. “Because I like you in red.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve only seen me in red. I don’t know. I love this dress. But red is such a bold color.”

“It’s good to be bold sometimes.” He leans in and whispers against my ear, “And maybe I plan to see you in either red or nothing at all this entire weekend.” I’m five seconds from slapping him for being so bold, but he takes a step back. He reaches over and picks up the priceless necklace from the jewelry box sitting on the counter.

“If you’ll allow me.” He extends the necklace to place around my neck.

“This really isPretty Woman.”

“Hardly,” he grumbles. “If only you were a hooker for hire, this would be so much easier.” He brings the necklace around my neck. The material feels cool in contrast to the warmth radiating from him.

“You’re not as charming as the guy. No snapping of the jewelry box.”

“Plus, we’re not attending the theatre. Although we will be acting tonight.”

“I’m not doing any role play with you.” Who knows what stuff this guy might be into.

His fingers graze my neck, sending a shiver of goosebumps along my skin. Once again, those damn lips invade my personal space as they come to my ear. “You’re going to act as though you’re madly in love with me. I’m your fiancé, remember?”

“What’s your role? Besides having me fawn all over you.”

“With my help, everyone will desire you. Especially that tool you used to be with. It’ll be fun.”

Lying to my family doesn’t necessarily sound like a blast. My cousins are extremely intelligent and observant men. They’ll see through this charade. Then there’s their best friend and business partner Mark, who is equivalent to the grim reaper. SuddenlyI’m hit with a realization that shocks me more than anything else he’s said.

“You’ve watchedPretty Woman?”

“Who hasn’t?”

That’s true. It’s just hard to imagine him watching it, though. I shrug. “My best friend Katie Rae probably hasn’t seen it. But she’s seen every sports game.”

“No way. I bet she’s watched it.”

I frown at him. Why are we even arguing about this? “You don’t even know her. And I can almost guarantee she hasn’t.”

He moves to stand in front of me with his hands in his pockets. Arrogance radiates from him. “But I bet she’s watched that movie.”

“That’s a bet you’d lose.”

“Wanna bet?” He arches a brow.

“Bet.” Instead of texting my family for help or notifying them where I am, I text Katie, asking if she’s ever watched a romantic comedy from the early nineties. I’m not sure what this is between me and Nicholas. No clue as to why I care and want to prove him wrong.

My phone dings and I quickly read the message.

What the hell?

Katie: Yes, I have! I might not have seen all the classics, but I’ve seen pretty woman dammit!!!!

I don’t even have to read her response to him. When I look up, he arches a single brow at me and gives me a look of smug satisfaction. Cocky bastard. He steps back and walks over to press the call button for the elevator. It immediately arrives and we step inside. My fingers keep traveling to the necklace. It’s surprisingly heavy. Guess this is how real luxury feels.

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