Chapter 5
IVY
Of Course. The Rules of Engagement.
Item numbers 14a and 14b on the employment contract I signed when I agreed to work for MyFakeFiance.com.
Stepping onto the elevator along with myfiancé,I shudder at the thought of Holly’s words, spoken to me like a warning label.
As if I’d even think about breaking the rules with Mr. Chase—
Huh. It occurs to me I don’t even know his last name. Hopefully it’s in the file folder of details.
“Rules of Engagement?” He flashes a quizzical glare.
“Yup. It’s in my employment contract.”
“Care to elaborate on said rules?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Basically, I’m not to fall in love with you while pretending to be your fiancée.” BB sticks her nose out of my purse and growls in his direction.
Chase rubs his chin, lets out a tiny hint of a chuckle. “Then I’ll do my best to keep you from falling in love with me,” he says in a tone that suggests a sense of humor lurks amid all that overbearing, conceited stuffiness.
“Well, sir, you’re certainly off to a rip-roaring start.”
The doors to the elevator slide open and I march out, one hand in my purse, feeling for my phone to access the Uber app for a ride home.
Behind me, I can hear Chase on his phone, the sound of his footsteps pitter-pattering as we walk outside. “Henry, whenever you’re ready, I’m waiting outside. The meeting ended sooner than expected.”
Henry?
O.M.G.
Why didn’t I see this from the start?
That’s why he needs a fake fiancée. The man is obviously playing for the other team.
“Do you have a ride home?” Chase eyes me as I try to locate my cell phone which is proving to be difficult at the moment since BB keeps moving around inside my purse.
Poor thing probably has to go potty.
“I plan to catch an Uber.” I take BB out of my purse and set her down on the grass so she can empty her bladder.
Chase peers down at BB, then seems to contemplate for a good ten seconds. “We can give you a lift home. I mean, as long as you don’t live too far out of my way.”
A black town car crawls to a stop alongside the curb and I shrug a single shoulder. “Um, okay. That would be great, thank you.” I bend down, grab hold of BB, then quickly place her back inside my purse.
He holds open the door and I slide in, fully expecting to see another man—namely Henry—in the backseat. But there’s no one else, but the driver.
Chase climbs in and closes the door before he puts on his seat belt. “Henry, this is Ivy. We’ll be taking her home this evening.”
My mouth drops. Feeling like an idiot, I practically whisper, “He’s the Henry I heard you on the phone with?”
“Yes.” He chuckles. “Why?”
I only shake my head and fasten my seat belt.Never, ever make assumptions.
“Where to, Miss?” Henry watches me through the rearview mirror.
