Page 10 of His Christmas Wife

“Not so fast.”

Just like at work.With him, it was always one more thing.

“There’s something for you in my sack.”

“Donate it,” she suggested. Unlike his dozens of oohing and aahing fans, there wasn’t a chance on earth she was going to sit on his lap and confess to being a bad girl.

Ignoring her flippant reply, he bent to retrieve the present.

Her mouth fell open at the sight of her own gift in his massive, capable hands. “This can’t be.”

“It is.”

“But…”

“I was watching when you went to the coat check.”

With a fierce scowl, she looked at him. “Do you spy on me at work in the same way?”

He didn’t alter his expression. “I guessed you brought something you would have liked to receive.”

When she took the handcuffs from his grip, she said nothing. Too bad she didn’t have Master Denton to use them on her.

“Perhaps you’d like to play with your toy this evening?”

As she tried to comprehend his meaning, she blinked several times in quick succession. “With…” She paused. “With you?”

“Why not? Other than the fact you think I’m an asshole.”

“That’s reason enough.”

“Since we’re about to be married, it makes sense to spend some time together.”

The man and his outrageous proclamations made her head spin. “A fake relationship,” she reminded him.

As if she hadn’t spoken, he went on. “We need to be convincing. And I know next to nothing about you.”

“Whose fault is that?”

Suddenly he took hold of her shoulders and drew her to the side, causing unwelcome ribbons of awareness to unspool inside her.

“Careful,” he cautioned an attendee.

“Sorry, Frost.”

Because a couple hadn’t been paying attention, they’d almost plowed into her and would have if he hadn’t reacted so swiftly.

With a tight nod, he acknowledged the Top’s apology.

Maybe she should thank him, but the words stuck in her throat.

After Frost removed his hands from her, he met her gaze again. “Where were we?”

Since she was reeling from his touch, she had to force herself to remember.

“Ah yes. You were saying it’s my fault we don’t know each other.”

Accepting his lifeline, she picked up the thread of the conversation. “My previous boss, Sylvia, and I knew a lot about each other.”

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