Page 60 of Regards, Mia

Her frown deepens, and the feisty, quick-witted woman I’ve gotten to know has been replaced by someone I hardly recognize.

Someone who doesn’t know her own worth.

I cover her hand with mine. “You know you’re incredible.”

She looks down at our hands. “You don’t have to say that just because you’re my pretend boyfriend.”

“I mean it.”

Her gaze finds mine again, and she smiles. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“There’s one more thing,” she says. “I think we should have nicknames.”

“I already have one.”

“I don’t thinkThe Savageis going to go over well with my family.”

“What did you have in mind?” I ask. “Darling? Honey?”

She scrunches her nose. “Too boring.”

I’m warming up to the idea. “How about, Cupcake?” I lace our fingers together and squeeze. “No, I’ve got it. ShortCake.”

She glares at me. “I don’t know.”

“It’s perfect.” I toss back a gulp of tequila. “What about mine?”

She taps her fingernail to her lower lip. “How about Lovebug?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Lovebug?”

“It’s perfect.” Mia smiles wickedly.

“It’s horrible.”

“It suits you.” She leans over the armrest, closing the distance between us.

I hold perfectly still as her lips brush the outer shell of my ear.

“Have you thought any more about this weekend?”

My heart jumps to my throat. It’s all I’ve thought about. “Maybe.”

“I don’t know why you’re resisting.” Her hand drops to my thigh, fingers tracing a pattern on the dress pants she picked out for me. “You’re the one who suggested I have some fun.”

Now she’s done it. My dick strains against my cotton dress pants, which are far more revealing than denim. “Technically, you’re not my client while we’re on the island.”

“Technically, it would be a lot easier to fool my family if we weren’t pretending.” Her teasing fingers slide closer to my seat belt. “Everyone already thinks we’re a couple,” she says. “We might as well be one.”

I drop my hand to hers, capturing her fingers before they can explore any closer to my eager dick. We are in public, but if I had her alone, she would be naked already. “Is that the Champagne talking?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

“I like the way Champagne talks,” I say.

Mia takes a sip of my drink and winks at me. “Wait until you hear what tequila has to say.”

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