His eyes keep lingering on me, making my body heat up even more—when it hits me. This is exactly why he's in trouble—he's too damn sexy for his own good, and he knows it. There’s no way this is going to work. I need to find a way out. His silence continues, giving me the perfect chance.
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Sea. The name fitsher because of her eyes, which shift from a surprised hazel green to a stormy deep-sea green.
I wonder what color they would turn with my cock buried deep in her tight little pussy.
"He's not even listening." The object of my desire's eyes turn a deeper shade of sea green as she glares daggers at me. "I will not risk my professional reputation on someone who isn't going to take this seriously." Her eyes flare in anger, but I see a glimpse of something else lurking in their depths—could it be desire?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I'm here to protect my reputation, not drag it through the mud any more than the rumors already have with all the talk about me and my exaggerated sexual exploits. I'm a red-blooded male; I have needs just like anyone else, but the rumors spreading about me are hurting my professional career, especially my endorsement deals.
“But you're the perfect person to restore his tarnished reputation.” If Lake wasn't such an incredible agent, I would have already lost half of my endorsement deals after the latest scandal. But watching her go up against her sister, I'm starting to doubt she's going to win this argument.
"He needs a babysitter, not a fiancée." Those dazzling eyes flick to my direction with disgust.
Wait, what? We agreed on a girlfriend, not a fiancée.
"Fiancée? We never said anything about a fiancée." That same icy feeling creeps up my spine, just like it always does when I think about a life married to the same woman for the rest of my days. It didn't work out for my parents—there’s no way it’s going to work for me. "You said she was going to pretend to be my girlfriend for a couple of weeks during the holidays. We'd go out on a few dates—be seen in public a few times."
A snort escapes her adorable little nose as she purses her pretty pink lips, making me wonder if her bottom lips are as pink as her top ones.
"My eyes are up here, perv." Her voice is almost as sexy as her eyes, even when it's filled with anger.
Unaware that I've let my gaze drift down her body to the tight pencil skirt she's wearing, my eyes settle just below her waist on her 'promised land' until her angry tone cuts through my lust-filled thoughts. "Um, right." I quickly shift my eyes back to her face, only to find her green eyes glittering with undisguised lust.
Well, shit. Little Miss Goodie Two-Shoes isn't as in control of her attraction to me as she wants everyone to think. This might be fun pretending to be her fiancé.
“There is no way anyone will believe we're engaged, especially if he keeps undressing every woman he meets with his eyes like he's been doing to me this whole time.” She crosses her arms over her large chest, pulling the fabric tighter across her breasts and creating a gap in the middle of her shirt that exposes more of her cleavage to my eyes than she realizes. She angrily clears her throat, indicating I've been caught leering at her again.
I snap my eyes back to her face. "Sorry," I mumble, but damn, what's a guy to do when faced with such temptation?
“Lake, this isn't going to work. He clearly couldn't care less about his reputation or his endorsement deals."
Shit, my endorsement deals.
"Can we start over?" I depend on my charm, which has gotten me into more women's beds than I care to admit. "I was so overwhelmed by your beauty—I couldn't help myself."
"Is he seriously using a line on me right now? Unbelievable." Sea pushes past me on her way to the door, lowering her voice so only I can hear. "Creep."
"Sea, you can't say no to helping him," Lake's comment freezes Sea in her tracks.
"And why the hell can't I?" She snaps her head back, shifting her eyes from me to Lake and then back to me again.
I never thought of ice as greenish-blue before; however, Sea has proved me wrong as her eyes take on an icy glare. Her eyes are so expressive, almost like a mood ring, changing colors to match her emotions. I could spend forever getting to know each shade.
“Remember that favor you owe me?" Lake says with a sly smile. "You know that time you stole Dad's car when you were fourteen and went on a joyride with your friends, and I took the blame when he noticed the odometer on his beloved classic sports car had gone up by two hundred miles while he and Mom were out of town for the weekend.”
Little Miss Goody Two-Shoe’s reputation is getting more and more tarnished every minute. From her lust-filled glances to her stealing her father's car before she was even old enough to drive, she might actually be my perfect woman.
“That was over twelve years ago. Besides, do you really want to waste that favor on him?"
I should be offended by the way she says 'him,' but I'm not. If anything, it makes me want to see where it goes.
“Look, Sea," Lake sighs. "Milo is my top-earning client. If he loses his endorsement deals, I lose my commission on those deals. So, unless you want two sisters living with you, I suggest you help me out with him.”
Sea's scowl deepens before she throws her hands up in the air, "Fine. I'll do it. But we have to have some ground rules first."
