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My heartbeat quickens as the kids exit, leaving us alone with each other. He towers over me, and his eyes remain on me. He comes closer to me, and his scent fills my nose. It takes everything within me not to turn and run through the door immediately.
For a second, I see the mask on his face. I remember the feel of my fingers around his length. The way it throbbed in my—.
“Let’s go talk in my study?”
“Is everything okay, Tristan?” My voice is quiet, but I don’t step back. He’s standing inches from me, and I can see the shadow on his chin.
“It will be.”
He turns without waiting for a reply. I stay motionless to gather myself, and then I follow him. Walking behind him, I feel like a lamb heading to the slaughter. He knows. He knows all about my plans with my parents. He knows I’m a Fisher.
Fuck.
The worst Tristan can do is have me fired. I haven’t committed any crime. He can’t charge me with anything. Still, I’ll miss Ruby—picking her up from school, baking cakes, hanging out. Last night, when it was just us, we’d binged the home-alone movies like I used to with Deanna. Ruby laughed till she fell asleep on my lap.
I’ll miss her.
We reach the door to his study, and he enters. He stands by the door, holding it open. I take a deep breath and follow behind him. The room is spacious, with large windows and hefty wooden shelves filled with books. A large table with an opened laptop and scattered books is in the center of the room. I’m sure he doesn’t have the time to read. He shuts the door behind us, and my chest tightens.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to sound calm despite my racing heart.
He takes a seat on the leather chair behind a large wooden desk. He points at the chair across from him, and I sit. He stays silent for a moment before speaking.
“I’m sorry for all the cloak and dagger.”
I nod, even though I want him to skip the preambles and spit out with his accusation. I keep my hands between my laps.
“I’ve made a lot of money out of cutting the bullshit and getting to the point, so I’ll do that now.”
“Okay.”
My heart’s banging like a native drum in my chest. Does Tristan know? He knows. He’s about to yell at me. Well, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. This whole thing isn’t over. I will save Ruby from him if it’s the last thing I—
“Layla, I need you to be my fiancée for a month.” He put a finger to his temple.
What?
I burst into laughter. Surely, it must be a joke.
My laughter stops when he glares at me; my mouth remains parted in shock.
“You’re joking, right?”
Tristan settles into his chair. “I’m dead serious.”
“I-I… What do you want me to say to this? What do you even mean?”
“It’s only for one month,” he says like it’s not a big deal.
“This is fucking crazy.” I stand from the chair, unable to keep my anxiety contained.
“I’ve never heard you swear. That’s—”
“Yeah, well, this situation calls for it, right?” I glare at him.
He raises both hands as if to say yeah, sure, curse all you like. I keep glaring at him.
Fuck, how can a man be so good-looking.
