Page 91 of Faking it with the Billionaire
My body tingles at the thought of being in charge of the team, kicking Fitzgerald out, and hiring a new general manager while I’d be on the board.
I could also just get him fired for harassing Emerson. I’m not sure what he did, she hasn’t shown me the photos, but knowing his reputation, it was vulgar, offensive, and unprofessional.
But I love playing on the ice, and I’d have to sit back and watch from behind the glass or on the bench. I’m not ready to hang my skates up just yet. In a couple of years, it might not be such a bad investment. And I’ve felt like that money was cursed. At least I’d be throwing it into something that I love.
And if I never make another cent from it, I wouldn’t care because I love hockey.
“What if I don’t want it to have an expiration date, our relationship?” I say, stepping closer to Em.
“Last night was great, but what we have isn’t real,” she says, reminding me of our agreement. The one where I’m putting boatloads of money into her account.
“My feelings for you are real.”
She places the black bra into her luggage and folds her arms across her chest. “You just don’t want me to leave because you’re going to be off from now until the next season, and you like my company.”
I grin. “I do like your company,” I say and rest my hands on her hips. “I also like everything about you. From the way you smile and your giddiness lights up your eyes and face to the sassy sway of your hips when you walk. You’re the most honest and genuine woman I know. You speak your mind, and you always know what you want.”
“I don’t—” I kiss her to silence her protest. It’s soft and warm, and my fingers stroke her hips as I pull her closer to my body. “You don’t want me,” she whispers.
“I do. I have,” I say. “Last night wasn’t just about a good time with the bodyguard.”
She glances down, avoids my stare, and smiles sheepishly.
Do I make her nervous?
“I had fun last night,” she whispers, and my stomach twists, waiting for her to let me down. Did it mean nothing to her? Maybe she just wanted to have a little fun since it’s been a while.
“But?”
She shakes her head. “No, but. Just, I had fun.”
“And that’s all you want?” I guess.
Her eyes narrow. “I didn’t say that. You’re putting words into my mouth.”
“Because you’re not communicating with me,” I say. I run my hand through my hair, taking a step back. How is it that this woman who I have such strong feelings for, also irritates me?
“You’re a professional hockey player, Greyson. Our relationship is fake.”
“The sex last night on the sofa was pretty damn real,” I say. “So was the orgasm I gave you.”
She blushes, and I know for a fact that she didn’t fake a single moan last night. “That’s beside the point.”
“Is it?” I push harder, not wanting her to walk away from me. I step closer, and this time, she steps backward as I trap her between me and the wall. “I could have told everyone that you’re having my baby during the press conference.”
Her eyes narrow like two sharp daggers. “You wouldn’t have.”
“It crossed my mind after Bristol’s comment,” I say.
“That’s evil.”
“Or maybe manifesting what I want.” I lean closer, and her breath catches in her throat. “You will have my baby, Em. We will get married. And you’ll let me worship your body and give me your heart because you love me.”
Her eyes are dark. Her lips pucker as she exhales a soft breath. There’s a flush that’s spread across her cheeks and her chest. Desire is written all over her, and the way she looks at me tells me that she wants me, that she wants this life I’ve described.
“What else?” Em whispers, and her breath is warm against my cheek. “What do you see happening for us?”
My gaze tightens, and I see the desire and arousal as she stares at me with such warmth and affection. “You’ll have to wait and see, Em.”
