I flick to the next search result and see an article about him funding several low-income housing projects.
I throw my phone onto the bed.
Ugh.
I was prepared for an old and wrinkly jerk who couldn’t get it up.
Instead, I get a billionaire who builds houses and gives them away.
It’s like my body has been drawing in one straight line without lifting the pencil, but has now switched to a mess of charcoal and ink lines screaming across the page in every direction, then slowing down and contouring very vivid details that go with very naughty thoughts.
I fan my flushed face.
OK, so it’s pretty clear I am not equipped to handle a flirty billionaire. I need to stay on my guard so I don’t lose my virgin mind and sleep withmyEloise’s husband.
My nipples harden at the thought.
Now I just need to figure out how to get my traitorous body on board.
CHAPTER FOUR
OWEN
Istand on the deck listening to the waves crash on the beach in the dark, but the whiskey in my veins and cool ocean breeze are doing nothing to clear my head.
Because it’s not that head I want cleared.
I shouldn’t have made the deal. It did nothing for me financially; actually, it put me in the negative. But I’d just lost my father and Mr. Hart’s situation pulled on my heartstrings.
It also offered me a solution.
After my father’s death, every gold digger came my way—including my stepmother. I didn’t have time to determine who was genuine while working out how to navigate the business I’d inherited.
An arranged marriage, to a woman I had no romantic interest in, solved that issue.
Well, it was supposed to. Now, instead of going over renovation and marketing campaigns for the resort, all my attention is focused on emptying my balls inside the woman playing bride.
I’m supposed to be the one doing the seducing, not the other way around.
And the worst part is she’s not even trying—blurting out embarrassing shit without thinking. She’s too adorable.
She did not want to be the one walking down the aisle, and she does not want to be here—in her head—but those tight little nipple she can’t hide tells me otherwise.
She wants me, but I need to know why she is here instead of Eloise.
I check my phone to find a message from my private investigator.Eloise is in Puerto Rico. For a job interview. She has a ticket booked to you in five days.
So, Charlotte is doing her sister a favor and standing in as the bride.
That’s actually really sweet but unnecessary. Why didn’t they say something?
Probably because they already had it in their heads that I was an old perv. They likely thought I’d shelve the whole deal if Eloise went to a job interview over her wedding.
I chuckle at the thought, remembering Charlotte’s faux pas in the church garden.
I wish they’d told me. We could have changed the wedding date.
Or the intended bride.
