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“Lies.” Ryder rubs his hands together. “When does she arrive?”
“About a minute after you all leave,” I say.
“You invited us to leave?” Magnus gets that bullish expression on his chiseled face I know too well. “We might as well see her.”
“I don’t want to scare her immediately,” I say. “I only wanted to give you all a heads up on what might be coming your way.”
“Did you…tell her?” Ryder smirks.
I haven’t even spoken to her, so I keep that to myself. “Out.”
Kingston checks his watch. “I need to go, anyway. Let’s leave him to fuck up his life.”
And with that, he ushers the others out of the office, leaving me alone.
Fuck it up? Hardly. And it’s four weeks.
If she doesn’t fit what I want, then I’ll find someone else. Quickly. But a rich girl with money problems? It seems perfect. And like I said, this is simple, an easy fix to get what I want.
What can possibly go wrong?
Right at that moment, a knock sounds at the door. I cross the office and pull it open, and suddenly I’m face to face with the woman who just might help me pull this off.
Chapter Two
Scarlett
“I’m here.”
Okay, I don’t mean to do it. Honestly.
We-ell, sorta honestly.
But I’m at the door, face to face with the man who runs high-end real estate. An honest to goodness Sinclair billionaire of the Sinclair real estate empire fame—not that I care, but my brother does—and he’s utterly damp in the panties and fluttery tummy gorgeous. This man can make pulses leap at more than ten paces.
I’ve overheard the conversation with his brothers. Just the tail end, but enough to know he’s not just looking for someone to hire, but for a pretend fiancée. And I’ve just led him to believe it’s me.
“Right on time,” he says, in a voice like dark velvet that curls toes and makes heating obsolete. “Come in.”
I clutch the padded envelope to me and follow him into the castle version of an office. It’s gorgeous, but not like him.
He’s tall, lean and can wear a suit like he’s stepped off Tom Ford’s runway. I’m not sure if Tom Ford has a bespoke runway, but if he did, this man would be the number one star. It’s probably not even a Tom Ford suit. It’ll be custom made because that’s what it looks like, something crafted by hand and costing more money than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime.
I’m meant to just be couriering him the package, which is from XO Temps, courtesy of Sarah.
“So you know the deal?” he asks.
“Yes.” I got the Cliff Notes version, but I’m good at outside the box thinking. I’d have to be, since artificial intelligence is my passion and training AIs is something I want to earn my living at.
Just as soon as I sort everything else out.
Which brings me back to this. The whole not meaning to do it.
He’s looking at me. Dark gray eyes like a sky before a storm are on me and they’re full of fire and intelligence and his mouth would be sensual if he didn’t look so no-nonsense and grim. He raises a brow. Hudson, that’s what Sarah called him. Her cousin’s old college friend.
I’d planned just to hand the file to his receptionist, a harried woman in her fifties who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here…but somehow the words I’m here to see Hudson Sinclair came from my mouth.
See? Not my fault.
