Overlooked(72)

She really is a natural. Relief relaxes my muscles. I made the right choice. She's going to do great and we're going to pull this off. There's no need for me to worry myself sick.

I smile as we step into the evening air.





CHAPTER THREE





ELLEN CASSIDY





We walk into the night and I pull my coat tighter around myself. The air is chilly, but pleasantly so and I take a deep breath. It's clean and cool and I feel the fog from the restaurant start to lift.

The ring still glitters on my finger and I am not sure how I feel about it. A moment of euphoria, and a lingering sense that I am selling out. I glance out at the river as we near it. It's lovely, with built-up banks and a wide, sweeping look to it. It's really more of a creek  –  there's not much to it compared to some of the bigger ones, but I think it is majestic.

Cade is staring at it too. He pauses and glances at me with a smile when he notices I am looking, "It's stunning, isn't it?" He continues, "It's got nothing on you."

"That's cliché." I shoot back, but I am blushing, warmth spreading from my cheeks to my toes. The night is magical and his words strike a core within me. I still feel a little dizzied from the evening, which feels like it passed in a whirlwind.

A laugh bubbles up in my chest, surprising me. Cade looks at me curious and I shrug, "You proposed on the first date."

"I was enraptured by you and I just happen to keep a spare ring on hand."

I laugh, a genuine one, and shake my head, "So you only date girls with my ring size?"

Cade nods, "It's an absolute deal breaker if you're any other size."

I smile and the walk lulls into a comfortable, pleasant silence. I realize that I am still holding his arm, but it seems too late to pull away. So I just breathe in the river, the water, and the lights that glitter from the city.

It's magical. This would have been the perfect evening, if not for the nagging doubt that I am being a complete sell out. I'm doing Cade a favor and he's doing me one in return. We both have our reasons. I know his and I'm not sure whether or not he knows mine.

He needs to be married before he turned thirty, or he won't inherit the money from his trust fund. I smile, remembering the conversation that happened as I cut his hair. He had been worried about it  –  I could tell, even through the easy confidence. As a joke, I had recommended he just fake a marriage, fake a relationship to make it through.   





 

Cade had jumped at the idea and I soon found myself being propositioned. I would pretend to be in a serious relationship with him  –  possibly even marry him (for a little while), and he would compensate me by paying me serious money.

"You seem lost in thought." Cade glances at me.

I shrug, "It's been a bit of a crazy day, don't you think?"

"Pretty average." He teases.

I laugh and shake my head, "That's one hell of an ‘average' life you've got there."

"You know it."

We lapse into silence again and I am happy to let it happen. I have to let all this happen, after all. I need the money, even though he doesn't know it. Sure, he realizes that I'm not making top dollar in my job, but there are medical bills mounting for my brother, an aging mother who cannot possibly do it all herself, a lifelong dream of opening my own salon and helping them all.

My stomach twists. I have to make this convincing. Cade is relying on me and so is my family. There is no room for being coy, no room for error. I glance at Cade. It shouldn't be hard. He's easy on the eye, wealthy and everything a girl should want. Sure he's a flirt and I want to strangle him when he asks too personal questions, but I can make this work. I have to.

I bite my lip. It's not easy to pretend we're in a relationship, when I've never been in a relationship that was even close to as serious as this fake one. I blush. Cade kissed me with more passion in a relationship that is totally made up than expected, more than any other man has in the past.

I hurry to find something to say, something to cover the way I have started blushing, "What else do we have to do to prove this?" I look at him curiously.

Cade sighs and tilts his head back to stare at the stars, "We might have a few meetings to attend, a couple of legal signings  –  that kind of thing." He glances at me, "You don't have to attend, but it would be good if you did."

"Be the supportive fiancée, I guess?" I smile.

Cade nods, "Yes, and you can guarantee that they will send people in to check up on our relationship, to prove that it's real." He shakes his head and I can see the disgust in his eyes at the thought. "Sharks, the lot of them."

I nod and decide now is not a great time to bring up the fact that this is a fake relationship, and they would be right to have their suspicions. I keep my mouth shut and idly muse that I'm already getting better at reading him, fake relationship or not.

We approach the bridge and Cade leads us onto it. I smile as the glittering lights reflect off the water. It's heavenly. It's beautiful and I sigh. This might all be fake, and I might have my own motives, but there's no denying that it's an experience being on Cade's arm.

He's charming and driven and knows how to treat a lady. No wonder he has a new one on his arm every week. He probably has a new girl on his arm every couple of days, if I am being honest. That would make me his longest relationship. The thought makes me chuckle and I shake my head when he throws me a curious look.

I realize that I have still not let go of his arm and I smile, realizing that I am not in much of a mood to do so. We need to be convincing, after all.

"Let me know when they schedule any meetings and I'll try to get off work."

He nods, looking concerned, "It might be short notice. Do you have to pay your replacement if you give short notice?"

I nod, "Yes, that's the standard rule, unless it's sick leave."

Cade nodded, "Well, I'll cover any expenses, okay? We need this to go smoothly, so just let me know what you need."

I smile and nod, relief bubbling up inside me. I laugh, "Well, in that case, I need a shopping trip." I tease.

"Done." He stops, riffling through his wallet and handing me a credit card. He scribbles down the pin code and hands it over to me.

"Cade." I blush, embarrassed, "I didn't mean you had to … " I trail off.

"Just try not to spend thousands. If you need something for the meeting, don't hesitate to grab it. You're my fiancée, after all."

I stand there, feeling awkward as I clutch his card in my hand. Eventually, I tuck it into my purse and shut it firmly, "Okay …  but I'm not going crazy with it."

Cade smiles and looks me over, "No, I don't suppose you would."

I wonder if he's given anyone else a card, if any other woman has had access to his funds, or knows his life story as well as I do. I don't think we're close, but being someone's stylist means you learn things. It strikes me that he may be trying to get me on his good side, so that I have no reason to rat him out.

I realize that I have a lot of the power here, even though he holds the money. One word to the trust fund and it's all over for him. But then, that would mean it would be all over for me too, and I'm not that silly. Besides, he's an arrogant womanizer, but he's never been anything but nice to me, even though he can drive me nuts. I have no reason to try to hurt him. As long as we keep this professional, there's no reason to worry.

"We're almost at your car." He smiles and I realize that he's right. He offered me a lift, but I declined, preferring to take my own car and have an escape route. Now I wonder why I even worried about that in the first place.

"Thank you for tonight." I turn to him as we reach my car.

He shrugs, "Thank you." He leans in and takes my hand. I can feel my heart beating in my chest, thudding as color rises to my cheeks, "The company …  was exquisite."

He presses his lips to the back of my hand and I think I might swoon right there and then. Then he smirks and there's something different in his eyes, something that's different from the teasing glances of before.

One hand wraps around my waist and he pulls me in. When his lips meet mine, all I can taste is him, the lingering flavor of coffee on his tongue, the tiramisu. His kiss is electric and I feel it move through my body, down my skin and fizzling in a blush along my cheeks.

He's kissing me like he means it and I cannot help but melt into him, my arms going around his broad shoulders.

Keeping this strictly professional is not going to be easy.





CHAPTER FOUR





ADAM JONES





The wind nips at my heels today and I wrap my coat tighter around myself. It's a chilly day  –  not yet cold enough to bring on the wrath of winter, but not warm enough to turn off the heaters or unwrap the coats. It's my favorite time of year  –  it has a way of cleansing the city, leaving it feeling fresh and crisp in a way that I could never have imaged before coming here.

It feels like it is blowing away the soot and dirt of the world, and leaving it scrubbed fresh and new. I enjoy it and work seems to pick up around this time. I glance at the building in the distance. It's a tall, imposing sort of building with mirrored windows. It is completely impersonal. Funny, because that's the opposite of what I do.

I make my way into the building, the doorman nodding at me when I step inside. At the elevator, I push the button to the tenth floor and let it do its thing, grateful for the silence, for the fact that I am alone in this elevator. I turn and check myself in the mirrored walls. A little windswept. I smooth back my hair and straighten my jacket.