Page 159 of The Billionaire's Secret
"There’s not going to be any honeymoon."
She frowns. "Of course, there is. Saint asked Meredith to book tickets to—" she snaps her mouth shut. "Ugh, sorry. Did I give away a secret?"
I toss my head, "Doesn’t matter. Saint’s good at putting on a show.”
She peers up at me from under her eyelashes. "You know that’s not true… I mean, all the Seven are consummate actors and jerks—"
"And a-holes of the first order."
She nods, "But you saw how hard Sin fell for Summer and see how devoted Jace is to Sienna. When they fall, they fall hard. They don't stop until they've swept their women off their feet."
I shift in my seat. "It’s really, really not like that. All this…" I wave a hand in the air, "is an act.’
"Saint said you’d say that," she nods.
"When did you talk to him?" I stare at her.
"Umm." She changes position, "I wasn’t going to tell you, but—"
"But?"
"—seeing as how much of a tizzy you’ve got yourself into, you should know—"
"What?"Don’t tell me, don’t. Please."What is it?" I scowl.
"Remember when I ran into you outside the 7A offices that night?"
"Yeah…" my voice trails off.Shit. I don’t want to hear this, I don’t.I grip the arm of my chair.
"What do you think I was doing there at that time of the evening?"
"I thought that…" my voice trails off, "...that you’d come to meet Weston?"
”That ridiculous, selfish, no-good reprobate?"
Uh, oh."Strike that." I wave my hand in the air.
"Why would you even think I’d arrived for a rendezvous with Weston?” she grumbles.
Nice, one. I’ve put my foot in my mouth now, haven’t I?"Forget it," I mumble.
She glares at me.
"Honestly, Amelie," I lean forward, take her hand in mine, “I didn’t mean to piss you off, but there’s chemistry between you two…" And that's putting it mildly.
"I’ve barely had a single conversation with the man, and anyway," she sniffs, "this isn’t about me and Weston."
"Right," I snatch up another bottle of water and hand it to her.
She uncaps it, drinks from it, then sighs, "So, as I was saying... I was there that night because Saint called me and asked me to come by. He thought you could do with some company."
"Hold on…" I reach for my bottle of water, press it to my aching temples. "He asked you run into me?"
She twists her mouth, "He told me to pretend it was a chance meeting."
After he’d told me he didn’t want me and allowed me to assume that he wasn’t accepting my proposition... My head spins. I squint at her, "You’re not making any sense."
"You’re telling me?" She chugs down more water. "He swore me to secrecy."
