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“That’s not happening.”
“That’s what I’ve paid for.” I narrow my eyes. “My family already thinks that’s your name.”
“We’ll have to tell them the truth about that then.”
“That’s…” I sigh. “That’s not going to work.”
“You don’t think anyone in your family has ever seen or heard of me before? That they won’t wonder why ‘Dominic Reiss’ is suddenly calling himself ‘Dante?”
Yes. “No.”
“They will, and you should get ahead of it.”
“How do you suggest I do that?”
“Just tell them we’ve been using that as a code name for me because I was your boss and you didn’t want them to look me up,” he says. “You wanted their first impression to be genuine because you’ve always hated meeting new people with preconceived notions.”
As much as I want to downplay his suggestion, it’s strong enough to work.
“Okay.” I agree. “You can be Dominic.”
“Another thing, that engagement story that you want me to memorize has so many holes in it, that you should refrain from ever telling it, let alone typing it again.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with it. I think it’s romantic and sexy.”
“There’s nothing sexy about me crying ugly tears because I couldn’t propose to you last Christmas.”
“A man who is in touch with his feelings is hot as hell,” I say. “Just do what I say and we’ll be fine. Any other questions or concerns?”
“Yes. What doIget out of this?”
“Excuse me?” I cross my arms.
“You heard me.” A slight smirk crosses his lips. “What exactly do I get out of helping you with this big ass charade?”
“The same thing you’d be getting if you were the original guy I hired,” I say. “After taxes, you’ll receive seven thousand, eight hundred sixty eight dollars and eighty-three cents. Well, minus eighteen additional dollars if you haven’t set up direct deposit.”
“I’m willing to waive that fee in exchange for something else.”
“I’d rather pay so I don’t feel like I owe you anything.” I notice him eyeing my dress again. “Sex isnotan option.”
“I’ll throw that in for free, whenever you want,” he says, leaning closer. “That’s not what I’m proposing, though. I want four dates with you while I’m here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I would like todate you, Georgia,” he says. “There are plenty of cafes and places here to try at the resort, correct?”
“Yes, but…” I nod. “What’s the ulterior motive?”
“There isn’t one.” He extends his hand. “Four dates, no fee via The Office Guest, and I’ll pretend to be an amazing fiancé.”
“Perfect. Can you also promise not to utter any sexual innuendos?”
“I can try.”
“Try hard,” I say. “For what it’s worth, I need you to be an imperfect fiancé toward the end of your stay.”
“What does that mean?”
