Pretending with the Greek Billionaire(33)

“Well, regardless, I see no reason two mature, consenting adults can’t take advantage of a sticky situation. No harm in it.”

“There’s a lot of harm in it.”

“I don’t see why.”

She started to smile but bit her lip before it came to anything. “If you can’t figure it out on your own, I’m not going to explain it to you.”

Uh-huh. Classic woman response when they didn’t really have an answer but were determined to win, or start, an argument.

“Well, you’re going to have to put up with it. This is how I prefer to sleep and I’m not going to change it because there happens to be a beautiful woman in my bed. It would be more natural if you were to join me. It’s almost criminal for you to cover that beautiful skin of yours.”

He was only partially joking with her. His desire to see her naked, feel her skin against his, was so great his body throbbed with the need of her. She either felt the same way or was picking up on the vibes he was throwing out. Her eyes widened and he let the sheet drift lower over his hips. She scooted farther down beneath the covers.

“You keep scooting down like that and you’re going to fall off the end of the bed. I’m not going to bite you, you know. Unless you want me to.”

A quick intake of breath was hastily turned into a cough and Luca grinned into the darkness.

“Do you have to turn everything into a joke or sexual innuendo?” she asked.

“I don’t have to, but it does make life a little more fun,” he said with a laugh.

Her fight to keep a giggle in ended in a snort. She cleared her throat. “If you say so.”

“I say so.”

She finally gave in and chuckled. “Go to sleep, Luca.”

She tucked the blankets more firmly about her and turned on her side away from him, huddled as far on the opposite side of the bed as she could get. Like that would stop him if he were really determined. Lucky for her, he had no interest in trying to seduce a woman who was clearly trying to talk herself into not wanting him…well, that wasn’t really true. He had a lot of interest, but even he had some standards. He may have blackmailed her into a fake engagement, and he may enjoy teasing her now that she was in his bed, even if he wasn’t in there with her, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of her, unless she wanted him to. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun.

He wrapped his sheet around his waist and stood up. “Don’t freak out. I’m just coming over for another pillow,” he said.

One hit him in the face before he made it to the bed. He laughed and grasped the blankets, giving them a firm tug. She’d wrapped herself so tightly in them that she rolled toward him with a yelp.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, slapping the blankets out of his hand.

“What are you wearing under there?”

“What?” she half gasped, half laughed.

“You jumped in bed so quickly I couldn’t see what you’re wearing. It’s really something I should know.”

“I can’t see why,” she said, trying to squirm back over to her side.

He was having none of that. He kept the blankets firmly fisted in his hand. She was either going to have to stay put or leave the shelter of the covers.

“Because we are supposed to be engaged. We’re supposedly sharing a bed. What if someone asks? It would be extremely embarrassing if I didn’t know what my own fiancée wore to bed.”

“No one is going to ask that!”

He shrugged. “You never know. I’ve been asked more intrusive things.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea.”

She stopped struggling, turning toward him with reluctant interest. “Like what?”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious. Besides, you’re my fiancé. Won’t people expect me to know about your past?”

Throwing his own words back at him. Nice touch. He sat down and scooted up to lean back against the headboard. “People probably expect you already know. Everything I’m thinking of has already been in the papers. You’d be amazed at what reporters try to get answers to.”

“I can imagine, and you just proved my point,” she said with a triumphant smile. “If everyone else already knows then it can’t hurt to tell me and it could hurt not to tell me, since I’ll be the only one in the dark.”

“Google interviews with me. I’m sure they’ll pop up.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of afraid of what else might pop up if I Google you.”

Luca leaned closer. “Seeing as how you’re lying in bed with me, I’d think you’d be more interested in what might pop—”