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)
When the door closes, I cover my eyes and attempt to process what just happened. I have no explanation for anything that has happened since I left my office, but I know two things are for sure. One, Paul had it coming and it was long overdue that I find a new attorney. Two, the little blonde Willow has just changed up every plan I ever had.
Chapter 5
Willow
I’m not really sure what just happened. My heart’s racing after meeting Dane. I’m more confused than ever. Why does he need a wife for hire? I’m sure women throw themselves at him. Not to mention, he’s clearly rich.
I drop my bag to the floor and survey the room. Everything is white—the walls, the furniture, even the carpet. It’s pretty but stark. The room looks as if it’s never been used before. I slip off my shoes and walk over to the bed. I have to climb up to get on it, but when I do I let myself fall into the softness. I sink into the blanket and pillows and moan at the feeling of a nice bed. I didn’t know they could feel so soft.
My eyes fall closed as I try to remind myself I’m safe.
When I open them again, I roll over and see a phone next to my bed. I want so badly to pick it up and call Bebe, but I know I can’t. I’m sure she’s still traveling and trying to get back home. This is for the best, and I have to be strong.
I glance at the clock and see that thirty minutes have passed. I must have fallen asleep for a quick moment. I need to get ready to meet Dane downstairs for dinner. Butterflies dance in my stomach at the idea of seeing him again. I try to push them away. It’s so not a good idea to fall for this guy. It’s a marriage of convenience, I remind myself. I sit up on the side of the bed and debate what to wear.
Don’t rich people dress up for dinner even when it’s just at home? I didn’t bring anything nice. I only have one other dress in my bag and the rest is jeans, shirts and sweaters.
I bring my bag over to a table and dump it out. I unpack everything I have and check it all over. I grab a pair of black yoga pants and my oversized purple sweater. I toss it on the bed then dig for my sandals. It’s too chilly out to wear sandals, but since we are eating in I think it will be fine.
I strip off my clothes, wanting to be fresh. I slide off my bra and then turn to grab a new one out of my bag when I hear a sharp intake of breath.
I jump when I see Dane standing in the doorway. One hand is gripping the door frame, and the other is on the doorknob. He’s gripping it so tightly his knuckles are turning white. We both stand there staring at each other.
Embarrassment burns my cheeks as I move my hands to cover my breasts. I’m sure my fair skin turns red everywhere from the way his eyes are burning my skin.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” he snaps, looking away from me quickly and slamming the door closed.
I jump again at the loud noise. I’m in shock. It all happened so fast. Is he mad? At first I thought he was eyeing my body, but he seemed mad when he slammed the door. I have no idea now that the situation is over and I’m trying to wrap my head around it. I rush over to the door and check for a lock, but I can’t find one. I make a mental note to get dressed in the bathroom from now on as I hurriedly put on my clothes.
Grabbing my bathroom stuff, I find the en suite and put on some light makeup and brush my hair. It’s a mess, so I braid it down one side and let it rest over my shoulder. I glance in the mirror and see that I look a lot better than I did. Maybe not fancy enough for this place, but my sweater hangs off one shoulder and I look cute in it. Which is the best that I’ve got to offer at the moment. I know the lawyer talked about me going to formal events with Dane, but I’m not sure how I’m ever going to pull that off.
Taking a deep breath, I exit my room. I don’t want to be rude and make Dane wait on me. I slow my footsteps when I hear what sounds like two women laughing.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” I hear Dane say.
Crap. Am I supposed to meet his mom now? I’m not sure how to act. Does she know what’s happening? Do I act like an excited, loving fiancée or stay where I’m at? I come up short when I see two women facing Dane, standing in front of the elevator. Before I have a chance to turn and run, they all turn to look at me.