Page 57 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

“It won’t,” she says.

“It can’t sound fake either. None of that fluffy, love of my life, heart emoji stuff. That’s not me,” I state.

“I got you,” she goes on.

“And–”

“Why don’t we let the girl with a zillion followers and almost no bad reviews work her magic, hmm?” Donovan says, and I snap my jaw shut. He’s right. I know he is. But I don’t love feeling like I’m not in the driver’s seat. Still, it’s what I hired her to do.

“Done,” she says, setting her phone down. Donovan and I look at each other and pick our phones up, going straight to Instagram. Scarlett stands up and stretches with a yawn. “I’m going to grab a pastry from the coffee shop,” she says before sashaying off.

The post contains multiple photos of us, all taken by the woman last night. Both of us smiling in the first, me smirking down at her while she laughs in the second; her cuddled into my chest in the third. And the fourth is one of the photos from the beach. But the headline is what has my attention hooked.

MooreToExplore: Welp. Y’all caught us. Can’t hide love and honestly don’t want to. Is anyone really that surprised that I would fall for a man who loves travel and life experiences as much as I do? And this is only resort one. Buckle up, lovelies, because the ride is promising to get wild.

“It’s simple,” I state.

“It’s daring,” I say.

“It’s honest,” Donovan adds.

“It’s…going crazy…” I wipe my hand down my face as the views and comments explode before my eyes.

“It’s brilliant,” Donovan laughs. “Are you seeing this? People are eating it up!”

He’s right. The comment section is already on fire.

OMG, I knew you were hiding something. But Morgan Bale?! Get it girl.

You two are perfect for each other! Though hopefully you can loosen that tie a little if you know what I’m sayin’...wink, wink.

I love this! A thousand likes.

Who knew the owner of Bale Resorts was such a silver fox!? Hello daddy…

I put my phone down and shake my head. Donovan’s chuckle tells me he read that comment too. And as much as I’m not a fan of that kind of attention, I know it’s softening the recent blows to my image.

“She’s good, Morgan,” Donovan says, continuing to scroll. “I doubted this whole ruse at the beginning, but I’m starting to think it’s pretty genius.”

“God, you did not tell me that the pastries here were so good,” Scarlett says as she approaches the table again, cheese danish in hand. She plops down in the chair next to me again and pulls her phone out. Then she takes a photo of herself biting into the danish, she’s smiling and winking. It’s mischievous and sexy. It only adds to the cocktail of mixed-up feelings surging through my veins right now.

“Here,” she says, holding the danish near my mouth.

“I’m not a sweets guy.” I shake my head.

“They’ll eat it up,” she says, and I know she means her followers. Reluctantly, I take a bite, with her still holding it, and she snaps a photo.

Then, while I’m chewing, she leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek and takes another photo.

“One more,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder. “And make it look like you like me,”

I offer a smile, even though it’s only about a quarter of one, and she snaps the last shot. Then, as she bounces back upright and takes another bite, she licks her fingers and says, “Alright. What next?”

The whole liking her part doesn’t feel like pretend.

* * *

“Aren’t proposals supposed to be a secret?” Scarlett asks as we buzz around the resort. “From the bride to be?”