“Yes.”Sebastian moves to my side, his hand settling on the small of my back.“This is Emily Harper.”
The sparkle catches the sheikh’s eye, and he grins.“Is that the Oppenheimer Blue diamond?”
Sebastian’s large, warm hand presses into my back, and I lift my face to his.
He nods.“Yes.”
“It’s stunning,” I say before I can stop myself, and his eyes burn with something I don’t recognize.
“Only the best for the woman I love,” Sebastian says, dragging his eyes back to Khalid.
Oh god.
I feel my legs wobble as his words send shockwaves inside me.Imagine being loved by this man.It would be so powerful no man would dare glance at me.I reach for his arm to steady myself and am immediately embarrassed.
He loops his arm around my back.
I’m so stupid.Sebastian would never be interested in a secretary from South West London.This is the closest I’ll ever get to a billionaire marrying me.
I realize then that I don’t think of him as a billionaire.His success and wealth is in my face every single day, but to me he’s the handsome man who sat next to me for nine hours and flirted.
Just like any guy.
But he made me laugh.He made my body tingle.
Then he made me do the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.That flight attendant knew, and I couldn’t have cared less.
God, I’m relieved that he’s not engaged.
I still don’t understand what’s going on, but all my questions are going to have to wait until after dinner.
Gathering myself, I smile at Khalid.“It’s lovely to meet you.”
“Your future husband has kept you a secret,” he says suspiciously.
“He is a private man,” I say, placing my ring hand on Sebastian’s chest.His hand covers mine, then lifts it and kisses my knuckles.
Jesus Christ.
This might be the most fake relationship in the history of the world, but he’s very good at making it feel real.I’ll need to remind myself of this all night long.
As my wet thighs ache from my earlier orgasm, Sebastian drops my hand and directs us to the luxurious private room before us.
“Shall we dine?”
Inside, Rashid, Khalid’s brother, and other members of his team are waiting.I recognize a few Remington Obsidian executives and when I see Mr.Sanderson—Victor—I blink.
Does he know about the ruse?
Surely he’ll recognize me and blow everything.
“Emily.”He winks, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Hi...Victor.”
“Lovely to see you again,”
I saw you on Friday afternoon.
