Page 30 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

We’d gone through the terms and conditions of the meeting, two of which included the not speaking rule and the no more than platonic touches.

The latter suddenly seemed like a joke.

I walked us to a table, where I guided her to her seat. After addressing a waiter, we had two glasses of wine.

“Don’t drink too much,” I muttered when she grabbed the glass.

“I know,” she whispered through a forced smile.

At least she was trying to maintain a casual, romantic facade.

“I feel the need to remind you,” I quipped with a fake loving gaze.

“If we did everything we felt, Mr. Knight, the world would be chaotic.”

Her slender throat came into view as her head tipped back. I watched her down the content of the glass in three gulps.

Once she was done, she signalled to the waiter for another.

I should have known.

The waiter attended to her, placing another glass on the table.

Her lips tilted in a slight smirk before I gritted endearingly. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Sarcasm laced her voice.

She knew one of the terms of our agreement was not to get drunk. Plus, it was a damn whiskey, not some low-alcoholic wine.

“Don’t dr-” I barely completed my statement when she downed the second glass.

My irritation was slowly growing. “Need I remind you of the terms, Miss Walker?”

She turned to me with a smile, “No.”

Digging my nails into my palm, I returned her smile. We had barely gotten here and she was already playing games.

Two could play the game.

“You are violating the rules. You won’t be paid.”

The glint of mischief in her eyes became apparent as she leaned closer. “The rule states not to get drunk. Now I’m not drunk. Am I?”

“Yet.” I moved my eyes from her cleavage to her face.

“Good for us then,” she fake-giggled.

“I- “

“Mr. Knight,” the familiar figure of Mr. Reynolds approached us. He seemed to look younger in his black tuxedo.

“How nice it is to see you,” he shook my hands before turning to her. “And you...”

“Renee.” She stood in his embrace.

The hug was weird and abrupt. “You, my dear, are a gorgeous woman,” he laughed. “Damien surely has taste.”

After the brief introduction with Mr. Reynolds, he moved to another table. And I did too, but not before giving Renee strict orders to not leave the table.

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