Did I just say making love?
I take her fingers in mine and our kisses slow.My chest feels odd as she rests her head against it.Warm.Familiar.Scary.
“Why me?”she asks, and it snaps me out of the moment.
“What do you mean?”I ask, even though I know exactly what she means, but I’m buying time.
“Why did you ask me to be your pretend fiancée?”
A lot of this doesn’t feel like we’re pretending anymore, but I’m not damn well telling her how I feel.
It’s irrelevant.
We are doing this for a reason.I will not end up like Jack.While I doubt Emily is a murderess like Sandy, I know she’s impressed by my wealth and power.
And cock.
Which means, whatever she’s feeling isn’t real.
Even though my own emotions are getting entangled in these lies...and her beautiful thighs.
“Because, Emily Harper, you know this isn’t real.Our situation and how we met, that you work for me...it could never be real.”
A dark shadow crosses her blue eyes, and her light dims.
I can’t promise her anything.I don’t have anything to promise.
But I owe her the truth.“You are the only woman I want in my bed.That’s why you are here.”
Her smile is as fake as our engagement.When she starts to pull away, I take her hand with the blue diamond and kiss it.
“I’m enjoying every minute of being with you.”
She’s hurt and won’t look at me.
“Surely other women you’ve dated, or are dating, would’ve been a better fit and easier to explain to your business associates.”
Maybe.
But I couldn’t stand any of them in my home or in my bed.
I wanted Emily.
I chose Emily.
“I’m not dating anyone, if that is your question, and I made it clear you are not to, either.”I clarify, the thought that she might think she can get involved with anyone has my teeth grinding and shoulders tensing.
“Oh, I’m not.I wouldn’t like it if you did either.”
I’m both happy and concerned with her response.
God, I’m giving myself whiplash.
“Emily.”I force her eyes to mine.“I am not with anyone else.I do not fuck multiple women at the same time, and that includes you and this fake engagement.Nor...”I try to hold the words back, knowing they will hurt her, but they come out harsh, regardless.“Am I interested in marrying anyone.”
The color drains from her face.
Shit.
