Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“If you don’t mind. I really enjoy cooking and I’m not sure what else I’ll be doing around here. Maybe I could get a job in the hotel?” I suggest. I can’t sit around all day. Maybe he has something else in mind for me.
“Your job is to be my wife and nothing more.” He sounds irritated. “You won’t have time for a job. You’ll find I can be demanding.”
“Oh. Okay. What kind of things will I be doing? I didn’t get to read over the contract before you…” I trail off. He’d tossed it in the fire. This man is so confusing. I can’t get a read on him.
“Hmm,” is all he says.
“Are you having another contract made up?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“Are we still, you know, getting married?” I push, feeling worried.
“Sunday,” he says as he reaches out and touches the end of my braid. “It’s even softer than it looks.”
I don’t think he’s talking to me with how low he says the words. That soft look is back on his face, putting me at ease.
“We’re getting married Sunday?” I ask. “This Sunday?”
“Yes, I already made the calls. We’ll go out to dinner and attend the gala tomorrow and I’ll show you off. Introduce you as my fiancée. Then we’ll get married the next day.”
“You don’t think people will question it? I know you don’t want people to know that this is fake.” The hand playing with the end of the braid stills. “They’ll probably think I’m knocked up or something,” I joke.
A smile pulls at his lips. “I don’t care what anyone thinks.”
“Then why do you need to get married?”
“I want my mom off my back and I want women like Sherrie to leave me the fuck alone.” He leans forward. “I thought this might not work when I came up with the crazy idea. But now? Now I’m thinking this is going to work out quite well.” He lets go of the end of my braid and his hand brushes my bare shoulder. Goosebumps break out on my skin at the feel of his rough fingers. I didn’t expect them to feel that way. I thought they would be smooth from working in an office all day.
My cheeks heat. I don’t think it will be hard to be married to him either. Except I could risk losing my heart. He’s too sweet and he’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“I can do whatever you need,” I tell him, because I want to keep this job.
His eyes narrow. “Anything?”
My face warms again. I know this is a marriage of convenience, but it wouldn’t be hard for it to be more. I’m more than attracted to him. Something about him is pulling me in. It’s unexplainable, but there’s a heat between us that I’ve never felt before. It wouldn’t take much for me to agree to anything he demanded.
My eyes lock with his and I find myself unable to speak.
Chapter 6
Dane
Last night was hell. I didn’t get a wink of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Willow’s round tits burned the insides of my eyelids. The soft pink nipples pointed up and the soft curve under them begging for my teeth.
I pull the material of my tux down my leg, trying to make room for my hard length. It does no good, because there’s nowhere for the beast in my pants to go. My tuxedo was custom fit and I never expected to be walking around full chub while wearing it. I have to keep my coat buttoned or the bulge creeping up my bellybutton is going to be obscene.
It doesn’t help that Willow is sitting directly across from me and the town car is hitting every goddamn pothole in St Louis. Her breasts are wrapped tight, causing them to nearly spill over the top of her ridiculous dress.
Almost every inch of the car is stuffed full with hot-pink organza and tulle.
I spent the day working while a team of people came over to help Willow get ready. It was all I could do to stay in my office while they buzzed around the house. They brought in racks of dresses and three different people to do her hair. There was even one person specifically in charge of shoes. Throughout the day, I found excuses to walk into the suite they had set up for her. I caught glimpses of her in a silk robe and had to force myself not to stare at the smooth length of her legs. I had food brought to her room to make sure she ate, and then checked on her several more times until it was clear she needed to get dressed and I had to leave. The giggles that filled the room when I left made my chest burn.