For her.
I watch as Emily considers the offer.I might come from a wealthy family, but even I know having rent paid for three months is an irresistible offer.
The only thing that is nonnegotiable is that she can’t keep working for me.This past week has been hell, and after I sink inside her, and lick her pussy—two things I am absolutely going to do—we can’t go back to being CEO and PA.
“One week?”Emily asks, biting her lip.
“One week.Max.”
She holds up her hand with a cheeky grin.“Do I get to keep the ring?”
Fuck, no.
“Nice try, sexy.”
AN HOUR LATER, Emilyis in one of my guest rooms unpacking while I stare out the window and sip on my Macallan, wondering how I ended up with a roommate and fake fiancée.
Me, a man who has zero intention of marrying and almost considers it a fate worse than death.
“Hey.”
I turn and find Emily standing before me in a pair of sleep shorts and the tiniest fucking top I’ve ever seen.She has a toothbrush in her mouth.
“Joo we gwo to swork together chomorrow?”
My brows lift.
She holds up a finger, runs over to the kitchen sink, spits, runs the water, brushes the rest of her teeth and then wipes her arm over her mouth.
Jesus Christ.
“I said, do we go—”
“I translated.”I toss down the rest of the golden liquid and drop the glass on the coffee table.“House rules.Do not brush your teeth in the fucking kitchen.No feet on benches or tables.”
She frowns.
“No friends over.”
“Wow.”Emily walks around the counter and the water from her toothbrush drips onto my polished wooden floors.
I almost have a stroke.Those cost...never mind.
“The ring stays on.Always.Josh goes with you everywhere.”
“How am I going to explain it to everyone at work?”
Good question.
When I don’t answer, Emily lifts the huge diamond and shoves it near my face.“This is not exactly small.”
“Why do you need to say anything?”
Emily sighs.“Because...do you really not know?Girls see an engagement ring and will ask.Especially one this big.”
“Tell them it’s fake.”I shrug.
“It does look fake.”Emily stares down at it, nodding.
