“Phoenix König’s Guide to the Perfect Fake Marriage.”
We both laugh.
“People have been buzzing around us all morning like busy bees,” I say. “Now that it’s the two of us, we can talk openly. You can change. I won’t look.”
“Fine.”
Every muscle in my body locks tight as she sashays to the other side of the room, giving me an eyeful of her fine ass. The temptation to find out if she’s wearing virginal white panties and a matching bra underneath the robe is overwhelming.
“Do you think we pulled it off?” She leans against the dresser.
I mimic her by leaning against the door. “I’m certain we did. Your uncle and my extended family are clueless.”
“Uncle Ian was miffed I kept our relationship a secret.” She bites a manicured nail. “I told him I was so swept away, my feet weren’t touching the ground and my head was in a blissful cloud. Hence, why my mind was so preoccupied and I failed to announce my new relationship status to the world.”
“Damn, woman, you deserve an Oscar once this is over.”
“At the very least.”
“The official wedding photos will hit the internet within the hour. That should seal the deal in the public’s eye.”
The publicist refused to wait. I wasn’t going to argue with her.
“No hiccups so far?”
I shake my head. “It’s smooth sailing… let’s see if it still holds true later at the party.”
“We got this.”
I nod.
This woman who was a stranger less than a week ago is now my most formidable ally.
“We did it as a team.” I push off the door and stalk to her.
Without her high heels, she’s a tiny dragon.
“We did,” she says with a smile, looking up at me.
My eyes drop to her chest. The outline of her breasts is visible under the silky fabric of her robe.
No bra.
I’m entranced as her chest lifts each time she takes a breath. This close, her tempting perfume envelops me. As if drawn to her like a magnet, I lean in and inhale her scent. A hint of headiness mixes with the floral notes of her perfume.
Heaven.
Something stirs beneath my skin.
I’m in trouble, but fuck if that stops me.
I lean the rest of the way, tangle my hands into her short hair, and stare down at her.
She stares back.
Unable to resist, I place a soft kiss on her mouth. It’s meant to be nothing more than a thank you, but when our lips touch, I can’t pull away.
She moans into my mouth, as if testing my resolve.
