Page 51 of I Choose You

“Brooke.”

She turned, holding on to the edge of the open door.

“I’ll send you a list of the events I need you to come with me to.”

Her frown was adorable. “How many, again?”

“A few.”

“A few as in…?”

As many as I can hope to find. “More than a couple but less than several.”

She didn’t laugh.

I chuckled, enjoying this too damn much. “I don’t know. Five?”

“Five?” Her brows shot up.

“Is your social life too busy to handle that?”

She shook her head and sighed, not answering. “Is that all?”

“No.”

God, I was having too much fun. “I’ll send you a budget.”

“For what?”

I smiled. “Wardrobe. You’ll need to dress the part.”

“Oh.” That sass returned. She stuck her hand on her hip and jutted her chin up. “I don’t look like your date as I am?”

“You really want my opinion on that?” I dragged my stare from those sexy heels, up her slender legs, over her curves and breasts, and ended on her mouth.

“Fuck.”

I chuckled at her breathy yet matter-of-fact reaction.

“These are dates, right? Not hookups?”

Leaning my arm on the steering wheel, I nodded. “That’s what Dad wants to avoid—his sons from treating his sudden wedding as a ‘hook-up retreat.’”

She smiled, then scrunched her nose. “He said that?”

“His words.”

She drummed her fingers on her hip. “So that means no hooking up. Right?”

Is she worried I’d bring her as a date and then fuck around while she’s there? That’s ridiculous. “Right.”

“And—” She shook her head. “Okay.”

“No. What? What were you going to ask?”

Jerking her face up and ditching that coy looking-away nonsense, she narrowed her eyes. “That thirty thousand dollar signing bonus isn’t a damned expensive payment for something else?”

I laughed and shook my head, but I still needed a minute to face her without chuckling. “You think I’m paying you for sex?”