Fuck.
I sagged and stared up at the ceiling.
“Chris?”
He poked his head back in. He was shirtless, and his chest was just as amazing as it had been the first time I’d seen it.
“You called, dear wife?”
I rolled my eyes. “I need you to unbutton my dress.”
“Wow! We’re going to have our first wedding night after all! Maybe I will shower.”
“You better shower!” I said in horror.
“Just kidding!” He chuckled as he unbuttoned the back of my dress, fingers working deftly. “You need to lighten up. You’re a control freak.”
“You’re the control freak with your freak-outs about money,” I reminded him.
“Hey, like Kanye said, I don’t want no gold digger.”
“Asshole,” I muttered after he left.
The doorbell to the suite rang as I shrugged on a robe. I hurried out to get my food only to see Chris standing there chowing down on my fries.
“Absolutely not! Buy your own food,” I yelled, grabbing the tray and taking it to my room. “Fucking asshole.”
I set a timer on my phone before sinking into the hot bath. Forty-one days and twelve hours before I never had to see Chris Winchester ever again.
10
Chris
Grace was gone when I woke up the next morning, or rather afternoon. My phone was ringing.
“’Sup, Dana.”
“You have a romantic lunch date scheduled. Where are you?”
I yawned, rubbing my eyes. “You didn’t tell me.”
“There was a calendar invite,” she said impatiently. “Go pick up Grace. We’ll have cameras meet you at her office.”
I padded out to the living area of the suite after ending the call. Breakfast was sitting out. There were little cakes and an omelet under a heater. A bouquet of flowers had a ribbon that read,Congratulations to the newlyweds!
I rubbed my eyes. I had not been charitable last night. In fact, I had been an asshole. Grace had already passed my test. Why was I so hung up on if she had ordered room service or not? Really, I should count myself lucky that it was her I was fake married to and not some woman like Addison or my mom.
I put part of the omelet between two slices of toast, and I headed to her room. The bed had been stripped and the sheets rolled up neatly with the used towels for the cleaners. Two crisp twenty-dollar bills sat on top of the pile.
I felt like shit.
“Of course Grace left a tip.”
I resolved to make it up to her. Dana wanted us to go on some fancy lunch? Awesome. I was paying for everything,andI would buy her flowers.
* * *
Two hours later,after stopping by my penthouse to change, I stepped out of the town car in front of Grace’s building.
