Page 25 of Rim Job

She pulls me from my thoughts when she says, “Oh. Yeah. I forget you're royalty.”

“Weare royalty.”

She looks at me then, confusion written on her pretty features.

“You are married to a Lord. You are now Lady Christina Banks of Canton.”

“Holy shit. I've got a title?”

“Indeed, my lady.”

I sit back and wait as she stands there trying to absorb this new information. She paces a small circle. The skirt of her dress curves around her luscious legs. I bite back a groan, remembering those beautiful legs squeezing my head like a vice a few hours ago.

“Huh. Cool,” she says, nodding.

Cool? That's it? Bloody cool?

“Rule Three.” Three little fingers fly up in the air. “This ends in one month. We get an annulment.”

“Eight months,” I counter. One month isn't enough time to deter my family from shoving Isadora at me. “It needs to be believable, and I need time for my family to absorb this marriage and move on.”

“No, no way. I'll give you two months.”

She seems to be panicking now. I consider the two months, but I push for a bit more, mostly because she is so damn cute when she panics.

“Six months, love.”

Christina chews her bottom lip. I hold my breath.

“Two months,” she counters.

“Six.”

“You're supposed to say five, Rim. This is a negotiation.”

“Maybe it is for you.”

I smile.

She growls.

So fucking adorable.

“Six months, wife.”

“Stop calling me that.”

She's becoming frustrated now. Her hands fall to her hips as she resumes pacing. I wait and watch her sexy firm arse swishing as she moves. Really, it's unfair. I negotiate million-dollar deals for a living. Poor lass never stood a chance.

I get what I want, and right now, I want six months of her all to myself.

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Ipace his office, back and forth, back and forth, like a caged tiger.

Six months. Shit. Six months?

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