Page 41 of Seduced by Her Billionaire Fake Fiancé

“Skimpy things around the house. Honestly, a few nights of you parading about in a cropped t-shirt and short shorts and he’ll be begging you to go to bed.Hisbed.”

Andie was skeptical but later that evening, when she got home from her run, instead of reaching for an oversized sweater and track pants, she instead opted for one of her negligees, taking a quick look at herself in the mirror before groaning. Because it was too obvious. Surely, he’d see right through this?

And so she swapped back to her trackpants, shunning the sweater though for a singlet top with no bra.

It was still suggestive and more revealing than Andie had been wearing at home since Max moved in, but not quite as obvious as the negligee.

When she left her room, Max was in the kitchen again, this time cooking something involving chicken.

He glanced up when she entered, turned back to the pan then lifted his gaze once more, this time taking a slow and deliberate inspection of her body, so heat burst through Andie.

“Ciao,” he said, then cleared his throat. “Hungry?”

“You don’t have to cook, Max.”

“I like to cook.”

“Do you?” She took a seat on one of the bar stools. “Since when?”

“Always,” he said. “Don’t ask me why. My siblings hate it.”

Andie smiled. “Emilia?”

“Can’t poach an egg.” He glanced across at her. “What about you?”

She watched as he poured two glasses of wine—white wine this time—then returned to the pan.

“We had a chef,” she said. “Mom hated cooking, and she and dad ate out a lot anyway, so mainly it was for Carlisle and me. Then she got sick, and it was just about making sure the household continued to run. I helped out sometimes, but I was always glad we had someone qualified to get food on the table.”

“It was probably the last thing you needed to think about, given everything else you had going on.”

“Mom had no appetite. I didn’t really either, I have to say.”

Max’s eyes showed sympathy. “Stress?”

“I guess so. I felt as though my tummy was churning, all the time.” She blinked to clear the depressing thoughts. “When I moved out, I got a subscription to one of those online courses, you know, that teaches you how to do a million things? I did the food ones, learned enough to keep myself alive. I can definitely poach an egg,” she quipped. “But I don’t really enjoy it.”

“Do you like food?” He murmured, coming closer, unravelling some cheese from its foil packet.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “You eat cereal for dinner. I’m guessing it’s about sustenance for you, rather than flavours.”

“Food is sustenance,” she pointed out logically.

“But it is so much more. Here,” he cut a piece of cheese off. “Taste this.”

“What is it?”

“Comte,” he said. “One of the best cheeses in the world. Well, in my opinion, at least.”

She wrinkled her nose and leaned forward, but instead of handing the cheese to her, Max lifted it towards her lips. Andie’s mouth parted, and when he pressed the cheese onto her tongue, she had to resist an urge to bite down on his finger as well.

Only he didn’t remove his hand right away. He let the pad of his thumb slide across her lower lip as she chewed and swallowed the nutty, mild cheese.

“Now sip your wine.”

She couldn’t look away from him, as she lifted the wine to her lips and took a drink. Suddenly, her mouth was alive with flavours, the wine and cheese mingling to create a perfectly harmonious pairing.

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