Page 42 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
And he managed to get her to agree to 'something very simple', at her winter mansion in Aspen, with 'just' two hundred and fifty guests.
And all this happened while a wild wolf was prowling around the dinner table.
Okay, I admit that Apollo really seemed like a tame dog – even my grandmother got along really well with him. But my fear of dogs wouldn’t disappear overnight.
It was Sunday, so I could afford to stay in bed a little longer. But it was just after eight o'clock when I got tired of lying down and got up.
I got to the kitchen still wearing my baby doll and with my hair uncombed when I jumped back at the scene I found.
We had visitors... at that hour of the morning?
Andthatvisitor, of all people?
“Good morning, Cami. You woke up early, my love! Look who came to have breakfast with us.”
I looked at him, still not believing that he was there, sitting next to my grandmother at the kitchen table, eating pancakes and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, sunshine!” I could clearly hear the tone of sarcasm in Michael's voice. And, by the wayhe looked at me, I could tell how much he enjoyed finding me in such a deplorable state.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Cami!” my grandmother was shocked. “Is that any way to talk to your fiancé?”
“You're right, Grandma!” I looked back at Michael Turner, who was visibly trying to hold back his laughter. “What the hell are you doing here,honey?”
“Much better this way, my little dove,” he replied, in an ironic tone that my grandmother obviously didn't catch, as he quickly stood up, bringing an enchanted smile to his lips.
“You two are so cute. I have to go to the store, so I'll leave you two alone. Behave yourselves, okay?”
She left a kiss on my arm as she walked past me and out of the kitchen. I turned my head and followed her with my eyes until she walked out the living room door. Only then did I look back at my fake fiancé.
“It's eight thirty in the morning on a Sunday, what are you doing here?”
“Jenna told me yesterday that she usually wakes up early on Sundays to go to the store, so I thought it wouldn't be a problem to show up this early.” He took another bite of the pancake and made a face like hewas enjoying the finest of delicacies. “Wow, this is good. Does your grandmother make it?”
“It's from the bakery.”
“Which one?”
“The one around the corner. What does it matter? It's just pancakes. Tell me, what do you want?”
He looked at me again, his eyes running over my body and giving me a half-smile.
“Do you always wake up this sexy?”
I ran my hands through my hair, trying to smooth it down a bit, and felt my blood boil the moment I caught the mockery in his voice.
I was obviously not looking the least bit sexy in a Garfield-print baby doll.
“Are you going to say what you want or not?”
He ate the last bite of the pancake and sat back in his chair.
“I need you to go with me somewhere.”
What the hell! I knew our deal included accompanying him to some events, but I didn't think it would start so soon.
“What kind of important event do you have on a Sunday morning?”
