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Suddenly, I saw my fiancé in a whole new light. Because right now, he was Mr. Alpha, the guy who gives orders. People jumped at his beck and call, people quivered in their shoes when he roared. But Rhonda was providing a completely different back story. At one point in his life, the alpha male had been nothing but a gangly teen, awkward with terrible skin and constant bloody noses. Suddenly, things didn’t seem so bad because my fiancé was human after all.
I giggled again, shooting him a warm smile.
“You didn’t tell me that,” I said softly. “You never told me about your bad skin.”
Gray snorted.
“Who would want a past like that to get out?” he growled with a smile on his lips. “It’s embarrassing, but trust Mom to bring it out.”
“Oh you!” said Rhonda airily, waving her hand. “Come on dear, I’ve got plenty of stories about your handsome fiancé. Some things that would make you laugh out loud, some that would make you blush,” she said with a sly grin at her son.
And I laughed again, suddenly looking forward to the dinner. Because I really wanted to learn more about him. On the outside, Gray was impenetrable, an alpha male with everything at his fingertips including a slick, perfect life. But this dinner was going to reveal all the cracks in his armor. And you know what? It was good. It humanized him, it made him more like a man, and less like a god.
I turned to follow Rhonda, but suddenly the billionaire took my hand in his. I looked down, startled, but the big man didn’t let go.
“You’re my fiancée,” he growled into my ear. “A loving, passionate bride-to-be, don’t forget baby girl.”
I stared at our hands, still in shock. But for some reason, my small, white palm in his huge, bronzed fist looked absolutely right, like we’d been holding hands for years and belonged together. And summoning my courage, I looked up at him, meeting those deep blue eyes.
“I know,” I said quietly. “I know,” I repeated, squeezing his hand.
And summoning my courage, I did something that I’d wanted to do for a while. I leaned up on my tippy-toes and pressed a soft kiss against his lips, expressing my delight at being here with him. It was nothing, this was a charade after all, but in my soul I felt it. In my soul, I was telling him what I couldn’t with words.
Gray went completely still for a moment, caught off guard. But then his lips crashed down passionately on mine, seizing them, owning me. My heart raced, body going weak. Oh god, it was so good with this man, so absolutely devastating. What would it be like to have a lifetime with him? He was everything I’d ever wanted, like a dream come true, and I returned his kiss just as passionately, throwing myself into his embrace, my soft form melting against that hard frame.
But then Rhonda interrupted.
“Come on lovebirds!” she trilled, her voice seeming to come from miles away. “Come on, dinner’s served!”
Gray broke away from me then, blue eyes seizing mine, making my heart pump, pussy sizzle. His mouth opened as if to say something, but Rhonda interrupted again.
“Cook made your favorite!” she sang. “Gourmet pigs in a blanket!”
And I giggled then, shooting my man a special look. Because who knew that Grayson Channing’s favorite food was pigs in a blanket, even if they were the fancy kind? I expected alpha males to eat only rare steak and caviar, the best of the best. But evidently, my man had a soft spot, and that was kiddie foods.
“Come on Gray,” I teased. “Let’s go get some piggies.”
The big man shot me a hot look, eyes caressing my face before descending to my breasts, the huge DD’s round and bountiful. He was unable to think, unable to focus while staring at my body, but then the billionaire started.
“Absolutely baby girl, whatever you want,” came that deep voice. And with that, we made our way into the dining room like a real couple, a loving devoted pair.
“Oh it’s so nice to see Gray with a real woman,” cooed his mom, sitting down at the head of a twelve person table. “Don’t be intimidated by the space, sit right here next to me,” she said, patting a chair.
I pulled my hand from Gray’s, shooting him another smile, before dropping into the seat beside Rhonda.
“So what else does your son like to eat?” I teased, chin in hand. “What other secrets does he have?”
Rhonda smiled mysteriously before dissolving into giggles herself.
“You’ll see,” she confided. “You’ll see, there’s a lot to know about my son.”
And the dinner was one of the best I’ve had in years. It wasn’t just the food, although that was out of this world. Rhonda Channing keeps a five-star chef on her staff, and absolutely everything was delectable, from the pigs in blanket to the crème brulee.
