“Worse.” She points her fork at me, then laughs. “Damn. I’ve never appreciated my humble upbringing more than I do in this moment.”
“Yeah,” I say slowly. “It’s… a lot.”
She looks at me, sobering. “I’m having a hard time processing all this. You’re really going to marry Matt? Your childhood best friend. Your on-again, off-again, what-the-hell-even-was-that for the last three decades.” She squints at me. “Matthew Grayson?”
“The one and only,” I say, forcing a smile.
“And then,” she says slowly, like she’s digesting it in real time. “You’re going to get a divorce?”
I shrug. “That’s the plan.”
She gapes at me. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you get divorced?” Sabrina says, blinking at me like I’ve lost my mind. She leans back in her chair, curls framing her face as she scoffs. “Jesus, Jordan. Matthew Grayson asks you to marry him? You fucking marry him. And you stay married. That man is hot as hell, and he’s about to become a billionaire—you said it yourself. And let’s not forget that he’s completely obsessed with you.”
She takes a slow sip of her water, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t plan to divorce a man like that.” Her mouth curves into a smile. “No. If you’re already doing something this crazy, you go all in. You find a way to keep him.”
I roll my eyes, but my heart stutters anyway.
“It’s not like that,” I say cautiously. “I care about Matt. And yeah,he cares about me. But this is strictly a business agreement.” I pause, choosing my words. “He’s done a lot for me. This account, for example. I only landed Sherry because Matt referred her.” I gesture between us. “Having her as a client is going to be huge for my career. So if marrying a hot billionaire for a few months—your words, not mine—’ I add, pointing at her, “is my way of saying thank you? Then yeah. It’s the least I can do.”
Sabrina stands, pushing her chair back in. “Yeah. Okay.” She clears her trash and walks around the counter, tossing it into the garbage. “You let me know how that works out for you,” she teases. “And for the love of God, please have sex with the man. For all our sakes.”
I straighten, crossing my arms, lifting a brow as my grin stretches wide. “That won’t be happening. But I appreciate your concern.”
She puffs out a breath that’s halfway to a laugh. “I need a hot shower after all that.” She heads down the hall toward her suitcase, then pauses at the stairs. “Oh, and Jordan?” she calls.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t wait to hear about the sex.”
“We’renothaving sex!” I shout after her.
There will be no sex.
Chapter Twenty
JORDAN
The glowfrom my laptop has turned soft and fuzzy, a halo of light as I stare past the screen, my thoughts getting the best of me.
Sabrina and I worked for a full hour together after her shower, with no distractions. We talked details, divvied up tasks, and mapped out a plan for tomorrow afternoon when we meet with Sherry again before heading back to the city.
But now I’m sitting in bed, and I can’t focus.
I keep thinking about everything.
About my impending nuptials with my ex-boyfriend on Friday.
About everything I told Sabrina.
About how insane it all sounds.
The worst part?
It sounds insane because itis.
