Page 4 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
It’s no wonder the affluent live on botox. If I keep smiling like this, I’ll end up with lines deeper than the Grand Canyon.
I see a few couples dance out onto the floor, soft jazz music emanating through the air. I keep getting this nagging feeling that something is wrong. Even though I am at a fancy gala like what was originally agreed upon, the details of it are nothing like what was described in the email.
Landon takes my hand and I look at him in surprise.
“Fancy a dance?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine with intensity.
I nod as he takes control and twirls me around before drawing me in close and wrapping his arms around my waist. My breath hitches as his hand glides down my back.
“I told you. Touching costs extra,” I say in a panic.
“I thought kissing costs extra. Which is it?” he whispers in my ear, amused. The feeling of his lips so near my skin gives me goosebumps in the best way.
I stare into his eyes and take the lead in our dance.
“With you, I think touching needs to cost triple, Mr. Gould. You can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself even for a minute,” I tease.
“Add it to my tab and let me know later. I’d rather touch you all night than let this moment go to waste.” Mischief glistens in his eyes and a small smile plays on his lips. My heart beats a little faster at his admission.
“So, what's the grand total for tonight then? Last-minute girlfriend and being way too handsy for your own good. Do you remember the original amount we agreed to or do I need to remind you?” I ask while he sways us to the beat.
My gut is telling me that I got into the wrong limo, and I need to know if I’m right.
“I think you need to jog my memory,” he murmurs softly.
I stop abruptly, almost tripping him up. The man I was supposed to meet fought with me for almost an hour about the price. This is not him.
“Why do I get a feeling you’re not the guy I was supposed to meet tonight?” I say in a low tone.
“Took you long enough, Ms. Dunn. I thought this charade would go on till midnight.” He looks me over before he continues, “How about I double the price that man was supposed to pay you?”
I narrow my eyes at him in suspicion.
“Double?” I ask.
“Look, it’s obvious we can’t cause a scene here right now. So how about I double what he paid so that it’s worth your while,” he says.
The offer sounds tempting, but after spending most of the night with him, I know he’s a pro when it comes to making deals.
“What’s the catch?” I ask, doing my due diligence.
He smirks as he pulls me closer. He drops his hands down to my waist and puts his lips on the back of my neck, causing the hair on my neck to stand from the closeness. He moves his lips against my ear and whispers.
“Become my fiancée.”
Chapter Three
Hailey
Ipullawayfromhim in surprise.
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that for me?” I ask.
I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating right now. I pinch myself on the hand before I remember that pinching is for dreams.
“Be. My. Fiancée,” he repeats emphatically.
I look at him again to see if he’s joking, but there isn’t an ounce of jest in it. He’s serious about this. I’m shaken with disbelief. Is this man insane?
