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“You’re totally right. He’s not in his right mind.”
I snort, but I say nothing, instead just shaking my head as my agent badmouths me to the bane of my existence. Talk about winning at life.
“An NDA is standard practice, but it’s not just to protect Robbie. It’s in your best interest too.” He pauses. “Yes… I know... Uh-huh.”
I look up as Andy sits at his desk, taking a pen and jotting something down on a Post-it.
“Okay… Yep… Uh-huh… Sure… I can do that.” He meets my eyes. “Yes. Of course… I’ll let him know.”
He hands the phone back to me, still writing shit down.
I make sure the call is dead before asking, “What the hell was that about?”
“She said she’ll sign,” he says, still focused on his notes. “She wants a detailed itinerary of the schedule of events she’s expected to attend with you.”
I roll my eyes. A million girls would kill to be in her position, and she’s over here making demands? Straight up audacity.
“She wants it in writing that she willhold your handandhug you, but you are explicitly not allowed tokissher.”
I scoff. “Pfft, yeah, right. She fucking wishes.”
Andy looks up at me then, his gaze almost bored. “She also wanted me to inform you that you are—” He pauses to glance down at whatever he’s just finished writing on the Post-it. “A disgusting dick bag and if you so much as even look at her the wrong way, she will cut off your balls with your hockey skates and feed them to the squirrels in Central Park.” He meets my eyes once more, lips pressed together in a firm line.
“Sounds like true love to me,” I grin.
Again, Andy doesn’t appear to see the funny side of all this,heaving a frustrated sigh instead. “I don’t like this, Robbie. This is risky. NDA or not, if you get found out, I…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I won’t be able to protect you this time.”
“Andy, buddy, pal, you really need to stop stressing so much. You’re gonna give yourself a goddamn heart attack.” I offer him a cocky smirk, but all he does is roll his eyes at me, picking up his desk phone and asking his assistant to patch him straight through to legal.
CHAPTER 7
FRAN
“So, I heard you’re officially in escrow.”
Startled, I look up from my laptop to see Tadd peering over my cubicle wall.
With an obvious sigh, I sit up a little straighter, squaring my shoulders all while trying to act like he doesn’t make my skin crawl. The thing about Tadd Jennings is when he knows he’s affecting you, good or bad, he takes it as a win. Textbook narcissistic behavior.
“You heard right.” I lift my chin.
He lowers a brow, his icy gray gaze dubious. “Who’s the buyer?”
Thankfully, Robbie’s finance manager outlined an LLC on the sales contract, so the famous—or, infamous—hockey star won’t appear in the public record as the buyer. It was my main concern with the whole fake-girlfriend thing, knowing that it would raise alarm bells for anyone bright enough to put two and two together. Seeing me, the woman who was on the precipice of losing her job if she didn’t sell a six-million-dollar apartment, suddenly hanging off the buyer’s arm would be sure to raisesome eyebrows. Hopefully by the time someone does manage to figure it out, my faux romance with Robbie will be long forgotten.
“I’m not sure,” I lie with a nonchalant shrug. “I only met the manager.”
Tadd narrows one eye. “How long is escrow?”
“Ten days,” I answer without missing a beat.
“Ten days, full ask, no contingencies?”
I nod.
He stares at me long and hard, his eyebrows climbing slightly higher in a way that almost looks like he’s impressed. “Good girl.”
My nose scrunches up of its own accord. The way he says it, low and rasped. Gross. I am absolutelynothis good girl, and I willneverbe his good girl again. The man is a goddamn predator.
