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“Good. If this goes well, I would be pleased to talk about further business. Consider this atrial.”
A month and I can get the real business I want. In the meantime, I can pay for Lil’sschool.
“We have an interview scheduled for this week,” Camila tells me as we head toward thedoor.
I nod, committing that to memory. “I trust your fiancé will beinvolved.”
“Oh. One wouldthink.”
Her tone has my attention flying to her eyes, searching for the irony her voice seemed intent on masking, but they leave before I can ask what she means. I’m standing with Ben as I stare afterthem.
“So, we’re doing this.” His smug voice has me turning to facehim.
As I take in his handsome face, the triumph on it, I can’t get onboard with his comfortlevel.
“Yes. We'll attend your awards gala together. Act like a couple. But we need a plan. A backstory. And groundrules.”
Ben cocks his head, apparently amused. “This isn’t wargames.”
It feels like it. The smallest miscalculation could meandisaster.
“Deception isn't my thing. So to make sure there are no slip-ups, we should decide on a few principles around what to tell Vane if he asks, and Xaviertoo."
“Fine. You’re the details person.” Ben’s phone buzzes and he glances at it. “I'm taking a lunch near the Met. Let’s meet thereafter.”
I nod. “I’ll come up with a list of questions. We’ll go through them together.” I rub a hand over the bracelet, and his eyes warm. "Thanks againfor—"
"Mypleasure.”
My black pumps root to the floor, my traitorous skin tingling as he catches my hand and lifts it to his lips. Every part of me tightens inanticipation.
The second his mouth brushes my skin, the anticipation turns into something far more dangerous. I swear he lingers there, that sexy mouth touching me in the middle of myoffice.
"I'm glad you're my girl," he murmurs when he pullsback.
I can't pretend away the ribbon of heat chasing down my spine, settling at mycore.
Each sensation adds to a screaming red WARNING sign, an indication I’ve made a hugemistake.
Which is an overreaction.A huge mistake is taking on the wrong client, or the year my accountant underestimated our corporate taxes and I had to work through my planned vacation to make up forit.
Not pretending to be attracted to my bestfriend.
Even if, since the other night, I can’t stop thinking about how lickable his bodyis.
4
“The interview isin three days. There’s no time to have the questions approved in advance,” the woman on the other end of the phone tellsme.
“The sooner you can send the questions, the sooner we can approve them,” I reply as I trot out of the office at lunch, glancing at the clouds before dismissingthem.
“We’rePeoplemagazine.”
“And I’m responsible for my clients. They’ll be as candid as possible, and knowing what you’re interested in will help them prepare. Getting married is a stressful time, and the kind of funny and charming anecdotes your readers will love don’t come out of nowhere. I want every person who opens this story to be delighted, not letdown.”
As I reach the Met, the sky opens up, raindrops landing on my hair and face. My heels click on the concrete as I hurry up the steps and out of therain.
Since the meeting this morning, we’ve already signed the contract and Vane sent me adeposit.
