Billionaire's Contract Engagement(12)

"Or you could just say you like my ideas to keep me on the line long  enough to get through the wedding," she pointed out. "Nothing to say  that you don't dump me the minute we get back to San Francisco."

He nodded. "True. All of it is true. Looks like we both have some trusting to do."

She looked down at her hand that was still underneath his. His thumb  pressed into her palm, and his fingers lay still over hers, but the  warmth of his touch spread up her entire arm and into her chest.

She liked this man. Genuinely liked him, stupid ambush aside. He hadn't  sugarcoated any of it. And above all else, she liked honesty. He hadn't  shied away from how the entire situation made him look. It certainly  didn't make him appear very noble, but she couldn't get beyond thinking  he was just that. Noble and honest.

The ring on her finger sparkled and glinted in the light. For just one  moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if it were  all real. Two seconds later she mentally slapped herself silly and told  herself to get over her foolishness.

She had a job to do. She had to impress this man with her brains and her  creativity, her drive and her determination. She could do all that. And  if it meant she had to go beyond the call of duty to do a personal  favor for him, then she needed to suck it up and just get the job done.  Too many people were counting on her.

It was silly. She felt like an idiot and she was sure Evan didn't feel  any better, but it wasn't up to her to question his motives. For  whatever reason, he didn't want his brother and his fiancée to see him  bleed. She could understand that. She would have died rather than let  her old boss and his scheming wife know how much they'd destroyed her.         

     



 

"All right, Evan. I'll do it."

Triumph mixed with relief flared to life in his eyes.

"Thank you for not bashing my skull in and leaving, but more than that,  thank you for not reacting in front of my family. It was more than I  deserved given how I sprang it on you. I swear, that was not the way I  wanted to approach you with my proposition."

"If we're done with all that, can we eat? I'm starving. You can tell me  all I need to know about your family and also tell me how it was we met  and when you proposed, but not until I get something to eat."

He leaned forward, caught her jaw in his hand and turned her toward him.  Their lips were so close that his breath blew warm over her mouth. She  swallowed nervously, wondering if he would kiss her. And then she  wondered if she'd let him. Or if she would kiss him instead.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Slowly, he withdrew, and to her chagrin, disappointment washed over her.





Seven


Evan watched as Celia sat sideways on the couch, her back against the  arm and her knees doubled in front of her. She looked comfortable and  completely relaxed, which was more than he could have hoped for given  how stupidly he'd sprung the whole engagement thing on her.

After her initial fury, though, she'd calmed down and had taken it well.  Damn, but he liked this woman. Oh, he was definitely attracted to her  sexually, but beyond that, he genuinely liked spending time with her.

If he was smart, he'd take that as a huge warning sign to stay away and not become involved, but he'd never claimed brilliance.

She'd changed into nothing more glamorous than a pair of sweatpants and a  San Francisco Tide jersey. Odd, but she hadn't struck him as a baseball  fan.

Her shoes had long since been shed, and her toenails, painted a delicate  shade of pink, teased him. Hell, he was even attracted to her feet.  Small and dainty.

He was officially losing his mind. Never before had he lusted after a woman's feet.

She forked another bite into her mouth then sighed and made a low sound  of agony before putting her plate down on the coffee table.

"That was fabulous. I've eaten so much that I won't fit into that sparkly dress I brought for the wedding."

That statement brought a whole host of splendid ideas to mind. Namely  that they could both skip the wedding and stay in bed where clothing was  entirely optional.

He shifted in his seat and wondered for the sixth time why he was so bent on torturing himself.

"So tell me something, Evan," she said as she leaned farther into the  sofa cushions. Her eyelids lowered and she tucked those pink toes  underneath a throw pillow. "What made you walk away from your family's  business and start your own in a field that was so different from the  jewelry trade?"

It didn't surprise him that she knew so much about his background. She  would have researched him tirelessly. Still, he debated how much to tell  her.

Their gazes locked, and he saw only simple curiosity. No ulterior motive, just interest.

"There were several reasons," he finally said. "Emotion has no place in  business and yet I find myself making emotional decisions."

Her eyebrows rose. "I'm surprised you'd admit that. Doesn't jive with your big, bad, ruthless businessman persona."

He smiled ruefully. "Okay, so part of it was emotion based. I didn't  agree with my father's style of management. The fact is his company is  in trouble. I saw it coming years ago and he was in flat denial. He saw  no reason to change the way he ran things since it had worked for  decades before.

"The other reason was I don't exactly get along that well with him and Mitchell."

"You don't say," she said drily.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know, hard to believe. Mitchell …  there are lots of  more appropriate words for him, but I'll go with the fact that he's a  lazy, unmotivated brown noser. All his life, because he was the baby,  he's never had to actually work for anything. He's been handed  everything since he was a child. As a result, his sense of entitlement  is huge. I would work for something and he would want what I had worked  for. Dad would give it to him."

"Ah, I think I'm beginning to understand the fiancée thing more now."

He nodded. "Yes, I don't harbor any illusion that Mitchell and Bettina  are some great love match. I had Bettina, so Mitchell decided he wanted  her. Bettina saw Mitchell's appointment to CEO as her ride into a life  of glamour."

"And were you and Bettina? A love match, I mean?" she asked gently.

He pursed his lips and blew out a long breath. "This is where I look like the jerk."         

     



 

Celia chuckled. "Jerk? You? Surely you jest."

"All right, don't rub it in," he grumbled. "I've admitted my shortcomings."

"Do continue. I'm dying to hear all about what a toad you are."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement. He'd never wanted to kiss  her more than he did right now. Instead he found himself telling her  stuff he'd never tell a woman he planned to take to bed.

"Bettina didn't pose a challenge. That sounds bad but when I met her, I  was devoting all my time to making my business a success. It was  exciting and exhilarating. I exceeded even my wildest expectations.  Everything was falling into place at the speed of light. All that was  missing in my mind to complete the image of perfection I had built up  was a wife and a family. Perfect house in the suburbs. I'd come home  after a hectic day and she'd have dinner waiting. The kids would all be  bathed and well behaved. Even the dog would be the epitome of good  behavior. I wanted-still want-a woman who'll put me first."

Celia snorted, covered her mouth and then dissolved into hoots of laughter.

He regarded her dubiously. "I do believe you're mocking me."

"Mocking you?" She wheezed between words and tears gathered in the  corners of her eyes. "Oh my, Evan. You do dream big, don't you?"

"Well, it was a good fantasy while it lasted," he grumbled. "I looked  around and there was Bettina. I didn't have time to figure out what my  ideal woman was. I wanted my perfect life then and I didn't want to  wait. So I asked her to marry me, she said yes, I gave her a ring and  that was that."

"And yet here you are. With me. The fake fiancée."

He scowled ferociously at her only for her to dissolve into laughter again.

"Okay, so what happened? Other than Mitchell stepping in and being an overindulged twit."

He liked this woman. She was good for his ego even when she was tearing it down.

"Bettina wanted to set an immediate date. She had a grand wedding  planned. Even had the honeymoon destination picked out. She littered my  office with brochures. Hell, she even had our children's names picked  out."

"I would have thought given your fantasy that you would have eaten that up with a spoon," she pointed out.

"Yeah, so did I. Only I found myself backing off. I kept making excuses  to extend the engagement. I was busy. This deal had to take priority.  That deal needed immediate attention. Before I knew it, we had been  engaged a year with a wedding scheduled another year beyond that. And  moreover I was content with that."

"Did you never love her?" Celia asked quietly.