Contract Love Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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“I hope this was a free reading.”

“It was. Grams gave her an Irish lace table runner. To be honest, I didn’t think it was a fair trade because the reading took no more than ten minutes, and Grams worked on that table runner for two months.”

“The tarot reader probably sensed your animosity and gave you a bad reading because of it.” His hand comes up to cup the back of my head again, and I swear it feels like he strokes my hair. The urge to lean into his palm and purr like a kitten makes my knees weak.

“We should go,” I say hoarsely because if we don’t leave, there’s a high probability I’m going to throw him down onto the green and white velour sofa and have my wicked way with him.

Chapter Eight

CAL

Ilet my hand slide down her frame to rest at the small of her back. She doesn’t move away from my touch, and there was a moment that I felt like she was leaning into it. It’s a positive sign. The next step is moving us from fake fiancé to real marriage, and I have a feeling that there will be an opportunity at the co-op board meeting to make that happen. Harlow might not be ready, but I’m not about to let her slip through my fingers. I’ll wait for her to adjust, but she needs to be tied in the meantime.

“The board is kind of intimidating, but I know several of them from the years of visiting Grams. She was well-liked, and I think their main hesitation in allowing me to live here is that I’m single without a big income. They’re worried I’ll bring in a renter or worse.”

“What falls into the worse category?”

“Maybe that I’ll start selling drugs?” She shrugs. “I’m not really sure. They just said that I needed to show that I was a stable resident, and when I asked how, Gertie said if I was married that would be enough.”

“Not just engaged?” Things are already moving toward my plan.

“People are engaged for years. Gertie can’t expect me to get married tomorrow or even a month from tomorrow.” She looks over her shoulder with a reassuring smile. “I promise I’m not trying to lure you into marriage. We just need to pretend to be engaged for this meeting and then when my residency is approved, we’ll break up. Of course, I won’t tell Gertie right away. I’ll just say you are off on business.”

“Or I could move in.”

She stumbles. “What?”

“If Gertie needs more convincing, I’ll move in.”

“I, ah, don’t think that will be necessary.”

It will be when I’m done with the co-op board. “Let’s hear what they have to say,” I reply noncommittally.

“This is bad,” Harlow moans when we reach the library section of the building. By the doors, the woman from the lobby is gesturing wildly to a white-haired woman whose hair is tightly knotted at the base of her neck. Looks painful. This must be Gertie Calipe, co-op board president.

From Trident’s research, Gertie has a rival in Bob Ives. Bob has been trying to unseat Gertie for five years now, but she has a strong voting block due to her cribbage club. All of floors three and four get together on Sundays and play cribbage all afternoon. Trident said that there was a lot of money passed around, and he suspected that cribbage was just a cover for bribes. That didn’t bother me. It opened up new possibilities. If I couldn’t win people over with my charm, then I’ll buy them off, starting with Gertie herself. If she’s bribing two whole floors in this five-story building, she will appreciate an influx of cash.

“Don’t worry. It’s just one vote.” And who knows, maybe this woman would be open to being bought off, too. There’s rarely anyone who isn’t for sale these days.

“Gertie’s the president. If this woman can sway her, I’m doomed.”

“Let’s see what she has to say. Maybe she’s complaining about the plumbing.”

Harlow is unconvinced.

I slide my hand from the small of back to her waist and give her a squeeze. She leans into me again. I don’t know if she realizes how she’s already relying on me. Her subconscious is ready to accept me. “Introduce me.”

“Right. Excuse me, Gertie,” she calls out.

Both women turn toward us. Gertie cocks her head in interest. The blonde scowls. “It’s her.” Blondie points a quivering finger in our direction. I step forward and move in front of Harlow. I’m not a fan of my woman being targeted even if Blondie is harmless.

“Gertie Calipe, how have you been? Haven’t seen you since the Children’s Relief Fund Ball five years ago.” It was the only event Trident could find where Gertie and I had attended at the same time. We’ve never met, but it was five years ago, and if she had said it to me, I’d have pretended to remember, which is what I suspect she’ll do now.


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