“After a period of being seen together,” he begins.
“Definetogether,” I demand, interrupting him.
“Dinners, outings, that kind of thing. Once I’m satisfied you’re up to the task, I’ll introduce you to the owner.”
“Can’t wait,” I mutter flatly. “And then what? You want me to dazzle him so he doesn’t notice what you’re up to?”
His smile seems reluctant. “That would be something to see.”
“Seriously, Oliver, just tell me exactly what you expect me to do.”
“Adore me.”
I roll my eyes so hard, I’m sure I see the inside of my skull.
“It won’t be a problem for you,” he says smoothly. “You’ve convinced me before. Against my better judgment.”
“Sex is not adoration.”
“Then just look at me like you want to fuck me.” Reaching out, he tips my chin, those mesmerizing eyes boring into me, corkscrew sharp. “No, darling,” he murmurs. “Not fuck me up.”
“What else?”I overstress.
“Just be yourself. I think you’ll get along with the owner. You likely have lots in common.”
“Was he recently cheated on? Blackmailed? Forced to pretend he’s into someone too?”
“From the woman who manipulated me into bed.” He smiles. “Try not to forget I’m not the only one getting something out of this.”
“My visa,” I mutter.
“And help for Nora. Managing the narrative of your split. Protection from anything Atherton might throw your way.” He presses his elbow to the leather armrest between us, leaning in. “Believe me, Eve. There are many benefits available to you.”
“And believe me, Oliver. I’m not having sex with you.”
Chapter 17
A Little Bird Told Us ...
Mitch Atherton, former reality TV star turned property developer and—who could forget—the Pulse Tok groom London loves to hate, was spotted out on the town with a familiar face last night.
“Is she a model?” a Little Bird hears you ask. “A starlet? A minor member of European royalty?”
A Little Bird wishes she could say yes, because the truth is much more salacious. She’s familiar because she also starred in the Pulse Tok as the bride’s maid of honor.
Can there ever be smoke without fire, my flock?
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587 comments
IloveLads: Agreed. No smoke without fire and that twatwaffle deserves to fry.
MissPickle: I hope they both get herpes.
Zara_A: Smoke? I’d f-ing burn him!
GreenOreo: Sir, you are a scumbag. Therefore, eat shit and die.
