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"Okay, Ash, I'm hanging up."
"Haha. This is hilarious. Alright, well, I hope your fake relationship works out for you. Give my love to your fake husband and think of me next time you fuck him. We're still on for Thursday pizza night, right?"
"Right." I pause. "Actually, I'm not sure. I'll have to check my schedule."
"Oh, you have to ask your new boyfriend, don't you?"
"Okay, Ashley, I'm hanging up now. Bye."
Her laughter echoes in my ears even after I put the phone down. I pause for a second, wondering if maybe I shouldn't have disclosed so much to Ash. But it's probably fine. I've known Ash for a long time, and she knows way more embarrassing secrets about me, and she's never shared any of them.
I doubt she'll share this one.
I have two more meetings toward the end of the day, the last of which is with the Wolfe Foundation planning team for the showcase.
They've finally agreed to sit with me—presumably thanks to Grayson—and the purpose of the meeting is to get everything squared away and documented, so we can move forward on a professional footing.
The meeting starts pleasantly enough, but partway through, the conference-room door opens again. Grayson, broad and striking as ever, strides in like he owns the place.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, genuinely surprised. He hadn't told me he would be coming to the meeting. He never has before.
"Just thought I ought to show my face and participate more fully. Make sure we're all in agreement. That's what you asked for—what you want, isn't it?" He takes a seat at the other end of the table, shooting me a mischievous glance. "And after that, we can go have an early dinner, my love."
Just like that, the whole room freezes. Mouths drop. Some people look like they don't know where to look or what to say. One or two, though, break into cynical grins and stare at me as if mentally saying, I knew it… She's been fucking the boss all along. That's how she got the business.
Fury scorches my bones. I can feel my heartbeat rising, and a vein on my temple starts pulsing. My muscles tense as I grip the table, trying to maintain a nonchalant smile.
Oh, I'm going to kill him.
CHAPTER 14
Grayson
The look on Jenna's face is priceless.
Heat and indignation radiate off her fierce frown, redness flooding her cheeks. Flames spark from her eyes, turning them into glittering emeralds.
I'm not sure why she's so shocked, though. Seriously, what did she expect? Did she think I would keep our relationship a secret from our employees? That would detract from the believability of the whole thing.
She has to get used to being seen and associated with me. If she doesn't like it, well, too damn bad, because we have a relationship to sell, and the more thoroughly we do this thing, the more likely it is that my family will buy it. Simple.
She glowers for at least ten seconds, but it only amuses me more.
I get a sick sort of enjoyment from watching her irritation. It's fun to see the annoyance scrawl across her face as she debates whether or not to come across the table and strangle me. If there weren't people around us, she'd probably try. Maybe I'd pull her across my lap and spank her for the effort. Of course, I'd have to strip her out of that ridiculous pink pantsuit first. Then I'd pull down her underwear… I wonder what she's wearingunder there? Maybe she's wearing a slinky silk cami set, in jade green to match her flashing eyes, or dark ruby red to match her burning hair. Or perhaps she's wearing a gossamer-thin black bra and matching Brazilian-cut panties, all lace and ribbon, and not much else, showing glimpses through the lace of those forbidden secrets that lie beneath…
Mentally, I shake my head to wake myself from this ridiculous reverie. What am I doing? Nope, don't go there. This is the wrong place and the wrong time to get a hard-on.
Although that might sell it even more. Nothing says love like getting a hard-on while your fiancée's glaring at you.
I'm not used to people, especially women, looking at me like that. Maybe I have sadomasochistic tendencies after all, because the fact that she so clearly wants to murder me right now makes me want her so badly, and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with this attraction I feel for her, because we both agreed not to touch each other again.
Fuck.
"Um…" She shakes her head and struggles to recover, swallowing her anger and ignoring the looks she's getting. She inhales deeply, and lets out a long breath, visibly trembling with outrage. "Anyway, I'm glad you could join us… Mister Wolfe." She emphasizes the word mister very clearly. You could hear a pin drop in the silence, and all eyes are upon Jenna as she continues. "I called this meeting so that we can all be on the same page when it comes to planning the rest of the showcase events. I know the welcome gala has already been done, and the next event is the business symposium, which is coming up in a few weeks. I'd like to show you our preliminary designs and get some general ideas on what you would like added or removed from the plans."
"Sounds good, honeybun," I say, and another vein pops in her forehead. This time, she ignores me and gestures behind her with a clicker, triggering the projection screen back to life.
The first image that pops up shows the symposium being held at a warehouse that typically serves as a venue for fashion shows.
