Page 12 of Seduced by Her Billionaire Fake Fiancé

“You can’t guarantee that, and I’ll look like an idiot if I don’t at least know her name.”

He hesitated then said, darkly, “Megan. We met through a mutual friend, got engaged quickly, broke the engagement even faster. It was a mistake.”

“You lived together?”

His fingers tapped his knee, in an approximation of relaxed thought, but he was sure Andie saw through it. “For a few months, yes.”

Andie tilted her head to the side. “I can’t imagine that.”

He arched a brow enquiringly.

“Any woman choosing to live with you,” she said with a lift of her shoulders.

“You are.”

“That’s different. We won’t be, you know, cohabiting, so to speak.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “You really are awkward about all this, you know?”

Heat flushed her face. “How didwemeet?” She asked, changing the subject, fidgeting. “And how long has this,” she nodded towards him. “Been going on?”

“Long enough to be plausible. Six weeks?”

She pulled a face. “I guess.”

“Too long? Not long enough?”

“I mean, I would never get engaged to someone after only six weeks,” she said on an uneven laugh. “But that’s okay. Dad won’t worry about that kind of thing.”

“No?”

She shook her head.

“As for where we met, I also enjoy running. Perhaps our paths crossed last time I was in Manhattan?”

She nodded slowly. “When was that?”

“Six months ago.”

She snapped her fingers together. “And we swapped numbers, and talked on the phone, until around six weeks ago when we saw each other in person again and it’s all gone from there. Yes, that works. In those circumstances, having known each other longer, I’d be prepared to get engaged so fast. That makes it much more reasonable. Okay.” She expelled a shuddering breath.

“You’re nervous.”

“About lying to my dad? Or getting into bed with you?”

A certain part of his anatomy jerked to attention.

“Metaphorically speaking,” she clarified.

“Obviously.” Except it wasn’t obvious, not to all of him.

“Both,” she agreed with a brusque nod.

“As to the latter, it’s business. We have a deal.”

She arched her brows with cynicism. “A deal where you keep shifting the goal posts.”

“You came to me with this yesterday. In twenty-four hours, I’ve freed up the capital to buy fifty one percent of your company and got both my siblings to agree to it. The goal posts are now set in stone; we have a contract.”

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