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“Why?”
“What are you, five?” I barked, which was the same age as Belle, Holden’s daughter, and every word that came out of that little girl’s mouth was why, why, and more why. Hearing it from Belle was cute. Hearing it from Jovana was getting on my fucking nerves.
She either wanted to sign the contract or didn’t.
“Because I don’t know how to fake it.” I pulled at my collar, wondering why the hell I’d changed into a button-down when I’d originally had on a polo. I certainly wasn’t trying to impress her. “If I felt nothing toward you, the media would know, and then again, I’d be doing this all for nothing.”
“You’re telling me you felt something?”
I felt something, all right.
But it was more than just something.
I felt everything.
Every pulse.
Breath.
And all the emotions that churned inside her.
Because even though that was all happening in her, it had also been happening inside me.
“I felt how hot your body is,” I admitted, unwilling to give her anything else.
Her eyes widened, her head shaking, her teeth bared as though she were about to take a bite of something. “That’s all you’re going to say? That my body is hot?”
“And you smell nice.”
She laughed, and it got louder as each second passed, to the point where she covered her mouth with her hand. “And here I thought you actually felt something for me last night.”
“I did.” I swallowed, remembering it had taken every bit of my power not to kiss her in that hallway, not to beg for her to come home with me. “I felt the hard-on in my fucking jeans.”
Her lips stayed open, forming an O as she gazed at me. “You’re an asshole. Even bigger than I thought.”
“Except you’re wet right now ... aren’t you?” I smiled. “You’re forgetting that I know your body and I can tell.”
“Grayson—”
“No need to lie. I can see the truth all over you.” I got up from the head of the oval and walked around to the back of her seat, where I held the top of her chair, turning the wood until she was fully facing me, and then I rested my hands on the armrests. “Let’s get something straight right now. I told you the first night that we were together that I wasn’t the dating type. It’s not something I do. I’m never with women more than once.”
“Unless you’re on a yacht for a whole week, then sleeping with a woman more than once is okay, am I right?”
I smiled. “There were enough women on that boat that I didn’t have to repeat.”
“I despise you.”
“Good. That means at the end of all this, assuming you sign the contract and accept the ungodly amount of money I’m going to pay you, you won’t expect me to fall in love with you, because I promise love isn’t at the end of this fucking rainbow, Jovana.”
“What’s at the end, then?”
“Divorce.”
She crossed her legs, and her arms followed.
Silence ticked.
And as she kept quiet, I could see the goddamn wheels in her brain spinning.
