AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The concern she’d shown for Waverly’s had inspired him to make her his co-conspirator in his scheme to improve his image. And the active dislike she was struggling so hard to maintain intrigued him. Winning her over presented an enchanting challenge. And if he was going to be stuck in New York for the uncertain future, he would need something exciting to occupy himself. Elizabeth Minerva fit the bill.
“Does it strike you at all counterproductive that you’re trying to inspire confidence in your upstanding behavior by presenting a fake fiancée to your friends and family?”
“See, this is why I need you. Not one other woman I know dives straight to the heart of my shortcomings the way you do.”
Her full lips twitched. “And somehow you perceive this as a good thing?”
Despite her skepticism, Elizabeth hadn’t slammed the door on his proposition. Or at least, she hadn’t stormed out of his loft and put an end to the conversation. If he could keep her around for a few more minutes, he knew he could convince her how much he needed her help.
“Last night you were right. Waverly’s is in trouble. Dal
ton Rothschild is after the board members to sell. I’m in a perfect position to stop him.” He hit her with all the seriousness in his arsenal. “And you are in a perfect position to help me do so. Think of what will happen to all the employees who’ve been with Waverly’s for years. If Rothschild takes over, what do you think he’s going to do with them?”
“You aren’t playing fair.” Her gaze skidded away from his.
At that moment, he knew he had her. “We’ll make this a business arrangement. Consider it a contract job. Six months and you’re free of me. In the meantime, think of all the contacts you’ll make as my fiancée. Manhattan’s elite will be vying to have you as their event planner.”
“A business arrangement,” she echoed, eyes narrowing as she searched his expression. “Nothing more?”
“Well, of course there will be public appearances and equally public displays of affection.”
She chewed on her lower lip, attention fixed on the far side of the room where floating shelves housed some of the less valuable artifacts he’d brought back from around the world.
“But just public displays of affection. Don’t expect to reap any benefits of our engagement in private.”
Keeping her in the dark about all his intentions was completely necessary if he hoped to secure her agreement. There would be plenty of time later to demonstrate all the ways their arrangement could be mutually beneficial.
“I promise not to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Her brows came together. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“I assure you, anytime I’m involved in a relationship it’s the women who have expectations, not me.”
“No wonder people find you untrustworthy.” Elizabeth shook her head. “You couldn’t give a straight answer if your life depended on it.”
“And I assure you, from time to time, it has.”
“Let me be blunt. I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“Who said anything about sleeping.” He knew he should stop teasing her, but she was so damned adorable when she got riled up.
“If you think I’m some sort of weak-minded bimbo who will tumble into your bed at the first snap of your fingers, you’ve picked the wrong girl.”
“Easy, sweetheart, I think you’re no such thing. I fully expect you to resist me at every turn.”
With her blue eyes snapping in ire, color flooding her cheeks and her soft lips parted to deliver scathing retorts, it took all his significant willpower not to draw her into his arms and take advantage of that simmering passion.
His facial muscles twitched as smiling became irresistible. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”
* * *
Most single New York women would be flattered that Roark Black had chosen them to play the part of his fiancée. Elizabeth suspected a whistle launched from his loft window would bring a dozen or so running. They’d scoff at her reluctance to get cozy with a handsome, eligible bachelor of Roark’s financial and social standing even as they trampled her in their rush to vie for his attention.
Was she crazy to hesitate?
There’d been an intense light in his eye as he said he expected her to resist him at every turn that told her she was smart to be wary. Her heart hadn’t stopped its distressed thumping the entire distance to Chinatown where her best friend lived. Allison and Elizabeth had been roommates freshman year and had bonded over their pathological need for organization and their mutual dislike of the girl across the hall, Honey Willingham.
“Elizabeth.” The leggy woman with dark blond hair and dark circles under her eyes looked at her with delight. “Your timing is perfect. I just got Prince Gregory down for his nap.”
