Page 21 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
She stands as we approach her, a slight blush on her cheeks as her eyes flick to the woman standing beside me and back to my face.
"I told you I would be here this morning, didn't I?" she says, and I wonder if it's my imagination or if there's a hint of jealousy in her tone.
Why do I like the thought of that so much?
Desire is still riffling through me, making it impossible to concentrate. I can't see her now.
"I'm busy this morning," I say and attempt to push past her to get to my office, but she's not having that. She follows me forwards, speaking as we go.
"That's too bad, because thanks to you, so am I. Bbut I still made time to be here, so you'll just have to deal with it." She follows me into my office, and Steph walks in too, closing the door behind us and looking like she's enjoying every moment of this new conversation she is overhearing. "We need to talk, Grayson."
Hearing her say my name after spending the night jacking off to her...it's another type of torture.
"Not right now. I need to deal with my sister."
She glances at Steph, who's looking at both of us with a great deal of interest, and looking like she's adding two and two and making several hundred.
"So, isthisyour girlfriend? Is that why you were hiding her from me?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jenna stiffen at this description, and I'm about to deny it, but then…
I know I've already rejected her for the role, but in all honesty, wouldn't she be perfect? The right age, no existing ties, and no kids (I'm fairly sure). Attractive as hell,andshe knows both how to ingratiate herself when she wants to, and how to stand up for herself when needed. Already mingles with the elites of New York, albeit as their event manager, but even so, she has the language, the wardrobe and… yes… theattitude. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced—if anyone could pull it off as my fake fiancée, it would be Jenna Marlowe.
With that decision made, I see a further benefit, albeit a short-term one. A simple way to get rid of my sister. Instead of the denial that had been forming on my lips, I say, "Yes. Well done, you've guessed our little secret. Her name's Jenna Marlowe. Steph, meet Jenna. Jenna, this is my incredibly annoying sister, Stephanie. I'm sure you'll come to hate her as much as I do." The two nod at each other warily, each obviously summing up the other, both on their guard, as yet undecided about the other. Good. I think I prefer it that way. It's quieter.
"Now, Steph, you've got what you came for, so do you think you can be an angel and leave us alone? We've got things to discuss. Private things."
CHAPTER 7
Jenna
Ivaguely wonder if, at any point since he left me in the bar last night, Grayson managed to fall and bump his head.
What the hell is he even saying right now?
When his sister joked about me being his girlfriend—which was already ridiculous, considering the two of us were glaring at each other like we wanted to kill—I assumed it was just a bad joke. I certainly never expected him to confirm it was true.
From the look on her face, she seems surprised too. Actually, from the look on his own face, even Grayson seems startled by his own words. That makes all three of us… so why did he say it?
"You're serious, Grayson? I was just talking out of my ass." She steps back and looks me up and down as if I'm some sort of animal — a cow or a sheep — up for sale at auction, assessing my value and deciding whether she'd bid at all. "Holy shit. Are you sure you know what you're doing, brother?"
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I know. Don't tell Mom yet. I have to figure out how to break the news to her."
"Sure, but…" She laughs, then shakes her head. "This is… unexpected. Is that why you were glowing this morning? I mean, I guess I see why — she's definitely your type."
I raise an eyebrow. I am? I don't see how. Sure, I know I'm pretty — some might even say above-average when I put effort into it — but I'm nowhere near the drop-dead-gorgeous women regularly seen on his arm at swanky events for the rich and famous. Then again, I've never seen him with the same woman twice, so I doubt he was with any of them long-term. I guess I actually don't know what his type is.
"Mom is going to have a heart attack," his sister warns, shaking her head. "Just look at her. She's wearing knock-offs, and half of them aren't even this season's."
I cock an eyebrow at the rude comment. "It's hardly my fault if I can't afford to dress myself from head to toe in Louis Vuitton and Gucci just because ‘Daddy' isn't a billionaire."
"Oh my God — I've just realized — she looks just like Marina," she continues, entirely ignoring my outburst.
"She does not look like Marina," Grayson says.
"Who's Marina?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me, and his sister's eyes widen again.
"You haven't told your new girlfriend about your ex?"
