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True enough, unfortunately.
Cleo scribbles a few more notes. “So, are you going to want your fake date to…you know…”
“To what?” I ask grouchily.
“To have sex with you?”
“What? No. Jesus,” I splutter. “Of course not.”
Noah is biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
I’m about to pull the plug on the entire idea. “It would be an act, only. She can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Cleo considers this. “If Margot is as savvy as she sounds, she’ll detect that something is off if you do that. I just think you should both sleep in the same bed. It needs to be as believable as possible.”
I eye her, considering this. “All right, then. But no sex,” I say again.
Colton muffles his laughter.
Cleo’s mouth quirks. “Right. Got it.”
I can’t tell what she’s thinking. I don’t know why I feel compelled to explain. “I mean, I like sex, a lot…not too much, like…the appropriate amount. But I don’t need to pay someone for it.”
Kill me now.
Not only am I going to be forced to share a bed with some air-headed barely-legal friend of Cleo’s, I also have to admit that I’m as desperate as I sound. To make matters worse, I haven’t been laid in months.
After the Margot disaster, then a few nightmarish “rebound” dates organized by Leah, I lost my urge to deal with women’s demands altogether, leading me into a dry spell of epic proportions.
What if I…when I’m sharing a bed with the girl…when I’m so pent up…what if I crack a…
Fuck.
Cleo looks at me, the arch of her eyebrow disappearing underneath her blond bangs like she’s reading my mind. “For a billionaire, you’re not exactly smooth.”
“Come on, Cleo,” Noah jokes. “If he was actually charming or decent company, do you think he’d be single?”
I glare at the brother who used to be one of my favorites, but his grin only widens. “You’re supposed to be helping me here.”
Cleo looks unfazed. “Don’t worry, Alexander. I know exactly what you’re like. Surly, serious, aloof. The brooding oldest brother with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I get it. But your company and your money…well, that makes you a catch, no matter how awful your personality is. So you’re still going to need someone pretty impressive to make this whole thing believable. She’ll need to be someone special. Someone who can make Margot wildly jealous.”
Noah and Colton are both nodding.
“Hey, I don’t have an awful personality?—”
Colton waves off my protest. “It’s irrelevant, Alexander. You’re paying. It’s not a real date. Who cares how uptight you are? So, Cleo, do you think you could find someone?”
“There are a few people that come to mind, yeah. One in particular.”
“Could you…uh,” I grab a fistful of my hair because it sounds like this might actually be happening. “Could you make sure she’s?—”
“Hot?” Cleo smiles sweetly. “Of course. I have lots of hot friends.”
“I, uh…and could you make sure she doesn’t have like a nut allergy or is a psychopath or anything like that.” I’m gun-shy at this point. “It’s just…”
Noah laughs. “Wow, we’re getting very specific here. A hot non-psychopath with no food allergies. You got any of those on your roster, Cleo?”
“Actually, I might.”
