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But this might be for the best. We could easily get carried away, and we had an agreement in place. Where would another night of passion take us? Besides, I had meant Tuesday to be a one-time event. Now it was apparent that was his plan as well.
I slipped inside and leaned against the door after closing myself inside the lonely, empty space of my shitty little apartment. I pondered my situation in the darkness. I had been apprehensive about playing the fake girlfriend, and now here I was regretting that it wasn’t real.
How stupid can I be?
This was going to drive me crazy. I knew I couldn’t have him. It couldn’t work.
Was that his appeal? Was he my forbidden fruit? No. He wasn’t forbidden; he was unattainable. A few dinners and he’d disappear in a puff of smoke. This was all just a business arrangement——I’d insisted on it.
I flicked on the light, inhaled a deep calming breath, and vowed to take his advice.
Look forward, not back.
We’d gotten the first ten million yesterday, stabilizing Tiffany’s for the time being. And tonight had been a step toward getting the second ten.
Chapter 16
Amy
Vivienne was waitingfor me in a booth near the front when I arrived at Waffle Castle for our late brunch. This was her favorite location for Sunday mornings. Nothing like a good load of carbohydrates to start your day, according to her.
I slid in across from her and the cross-examination started immediately.
“So, how did your fake dinner date go?”
It'd been arealdinner date. “It was nice.” The only thing fake was our relationship.
Eagerness showed in her eyes. “Tell me about the car. How was it? Was it as cool as in the movie?”
The car had certainly been one of the highlights and lowlights of my night. “Super cool.”
“And?” she asked.
I wasn't quite sure how to describe the feeling. “It's loud, and super fast. When he opened it up, the engine screamed. The car is a fucking eye-magnet. Everywhere we went, people turned to look at us. But after a while, it's a little like driving around in a rolling zoo.”
Vivienne finished a sip of her coffee. “You think he really meant it when he said he’d give me a ride?”
This was one question I could answer definitively. “He says what he means. And you don't ever want to call him a liar.”
The waitress came by to ask if I wanted coffee. Vivienne had already put in our regular order: the short stack of buttermilk pancakes for me, and double blueberry pancakes for her.
“There's a story in there, I'm guessing,” Vivienne said.
I nodded.
She toyed with her coffee cup. “I'm waiting.”
“It's sort of a long story.”
“I've got all morning,” she said.
“All night long he was saying these…well, over-the-top nice things about me.”
Vivienne cocked an eyebrow. “Like?”
I'd forgotten all of his exact wording. “First he said he got me the jewelry because he thought it would complement the beauty of my eyes.”
“That’s nice.”
