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“Are you sick?” I ask, hating how concerned I am.
She shrugs.
“Just need a morning to myself. I’ll be fine. Girl stuff.”
I study her for a moment. She’s been through a huge life change recently, and while I know she doesn’t have her period, she might be premenstrual.
Things I know nothing about.
So, I nod.
“Fair enough. I’ll be late tonight. Let me know when your family wants to meet,” I say and stand there.
Waiting.
When she walks past me and simply says,sure thing,I clench my teeth. I’m used to Mia tiptoeing up, placing a hand on my chest, and kissing me goodbye with that smile of hers. Then saying,have a good day, fake fiancé.
Fuck.
I force myself to walk out the door and focus on my day. I even walk to the elevator and press the button, but I can hear her naked feet walking behind me across the floor, so I turn and find she’s done the same. Mia’s staring at me with a glass of water in her hand, her phone in the other.
She waits for me to say something, and I don’t.
Mia was right all along—she’s not mine, and she never will be. When this is over, she’ll forget about me. I am a means to an end for her. As she is for me.
Nothing more.
“Have a good day,” she says, then pads away.
The elevator opens and I curse, stepping inside. By the time I’m in the back of the car and Mack slips into the front seat, instructing Benson of my first appointment and the address, I’m cursing more.
I upset her.
I shouldn’t have been so tactless about asking to see her family. Besides being rude, it may have raised a question in her mind.
I press a button on my phone.
“Good morning, Mr. Barrett,” Lilly says when she answers.
“Send a dozen white roses to Mia. She’s at home today,” I say. “Add chocolate.”
Don’t women love chocolate at that time of the month?
Mack half turns, and I lift my brows. I catch his smile before he pivots back.
“Yes, sir. Any particular kind?”
“Lilly, I pay you to know this stuff,” I growl.
“Leave it with me,” she says, unfazed, and I take a mental note to give her a huge bonus for putting up with me.
As I do every quarter.
I stare out the window as we drive through Manhattan and can’t fight the instinct something is wrong. This is why I shouldn’t have let my feelings get involved. I can’t decipher whether I’m concerned about Mia’s well-being or if there’s something I’ve missed.
What I do know is, my feelings for her are far stronger than I’m admitting. After the meeting tonight with Decker and Nathan, I’m going to move her into the guest room.
Sleeping with her was the wrong decision, and while it will weaken my argument for being in this agreement, I’ll find a way around that.
