Page 73 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Not only, it was the 7A connection."
"Wait until I get my hands on them." I flex my fingers.
"You have actually, on precisely one of them, to be accurate."
"A-n-d, finally we tackle the issue at hand." I grab a strand of hair, chew on the tip, "What should I do?"
"Go along with it." She straightens, walks past me to retrieve her yarn.
"Easy for you to say. You don’t want to lose this pad."
"No one says pad anymore." She surveys the remnants of her knitting.
"I do."
"It’s a beautiful apartment in Regent's Park." She sniffs.
"Aren’t you worried about what happens if all this goes pear-shaped?" I drag my fingers through my hair. "What if our father refuses to come, or hell—" I shoot up to sitting position. "What if he agrees?
"He definitely will." She twists her fingers together in front of her.
I spring up to my feet, begin to pace again. "Which means I have to go through with this wedding—assuming I don’t kill the alphahole first, that is. And then, what if… what if…?"
"He demands sex?"
I shoot her a glance, "Not funny."
"Has he asked you?"
Yes.
"No." I shake my head.
"You two discussed it?"
Boy, have we!
"Of course, not."
"Is he as highly sexed as the tabloids claim him to be?"
"What have you read about him?"
She curls a lip, "See, I knew you were interested in him."
"Of course, I am." I drag my fingers through my hair, "I am supposed to fake an entire relationship with him and then walk away unscathed."
My shoulders slump. Therein lies the problem. If I spend more time in his vicinity, I am going to throttle him… Or worse, throw myself at his feet and beg him to lick me all over… After I’ve kissed him, and sucked on that Adams apple of his, and dragged my tongue down his chest, to—no don’t go there, not yet. Not ever.
"You’re attracted to him, huh?"
"No."
"You wish this was real?"
I pause, glance at her. "What?"
"The marriage, the life of privilege, father returning to our lives, and attending your wedding, with you wearing my wedding dress that would be showcased for all the paparazzi, and me, of course, as your bridesmaid…"
