(You can restart the world seconds after.)
Merry Christmas & thank you in advance,
Jenna Dawson
“He better actually deliver my wish to me this year…” I muttered under my breath.
I took a long sip of wine and began organizing ornaments.
As I was setting up a few golden reindeer, a knock sounded at my door.
I remained still, not wanting to deal with my neighbor selling me his holiday beef drink for the third time this week.
When I was sure he was gone, I returned to untying strings, but the knock sounded again.
I refused to show a sign of life.
Staring at the door, I noticed the lock softly clicking, the knob slowly turning.
What the hell?
It opened with ease, and Nicholas stepped inside.
Completely uninvited, looking sexy as hell in a dark gray coat, he looked around until his eyes met mine.
“Did you not hear me knocking?”
“I did.” I set down the reindeer. “Did you notice me not answering?”
He shut the door. “This is an emergency situation.”
“Well, thank you so much for calling to see if I was home first,” I said.
“I did call. You hit ignore.”
“Because I don’t want to be bothered.” I crossed my arms. “How may I help you?”
“I need a wife.”
“A what?”
“Awife.”
“A white?” I asked. “Like a flat white latte?”
“A fucking wife.” He narrowed his eyes. “Someone who is married to me.”
I blinked. “Willingly?”
“Yes,willingly, Jenna.” He moved closer to my bare tree. “I spoke to a very special lawyer who found a few loopholes in my contract.”
“You mean, Damien Carter?”
“Who he is, is not your business,” he said, as if I didn’t have his contacts synced to my cell phone. “All I need from you is a perfect wife who can sign an NDA, smile her way through a few questions from the inheritance agency—if they bother to ask any at all—and someone who can pass as someone who loves me as much as I love her.”
“Until your marriage is over in a few weeks?”
“Exactly.” He nodded. “Get me one of those by the end of the week.”
