Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(16)
She moaned.
“Damn. We have to stop,” he said, and she sat up to look at him, but he didn’t stop exploring her body. Over and over, he ran one hand down the center of her uniform, his dark gaze on her face. “I could unbutton this, have you flat on your back, and be inside of you before you could blink.”
Clarity returned and with it, the tiniest bit of embarrassment, not for kissing him exactly, or letting him do what he wanted… But rather, the fact that he was her boss now and she’d just violated the cardinal rule of employment. Never get involved with the boss.
Scrambling off him, she shoved her uniform down and pressed a hand to her mouth.
He smiled at her, satisfaction and longing in his gaze. “Are those reasons enough for you?”
How was she supposed to answer?
His eyes narrowed. “Say yes, Hannah, or I’ll marry Alexis George instead. She’s number two on my list.”
That did it. There was no way in hell she’d let her childhood tormentor ever win Drew again. “I’ll marry you.”
Chapter Six
“If you’ll excuse me,” Drew said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and making a call. “Yes, give us ten minutes.” He ended the call and stood. “Ready?”
Hannah’s eyebrows almost shot to the top of her head. “We’re getting married right now?”
He nodded as he picked up a leather briefcase from the other side of the chair and placed it on top of the conference table. “I wouldn’t deny you a formal ceremony, but like I said, time isn’t on our side.” He opened the leather case, placed the IOU inside, then pulled out a stapled document, and held it out to her. “Here’s the prenup.”
“What does it say?” she asked, taking it from him.
He closed the briefcase and came around to her side of the table. “The first few pages list my assets and yours. It also lists my financial holdings, my debt, etc. The last two pages detail your compensation.”
Napa Valley Vineyard. Devil’s Island Residence. Shares of Apple and Google. “I don’t want to know everything about your finances or holdings.”
“I don’t see why not,” he said softly. “You should know what you’re getting into.”
“Just show me where to sign.”
He flipped through several pages, and then pointed to the last paragraph. “This sums up everything. You’ll get one million per year with a lump sum of ten million at the end of five years. If there are any children, then that lump sum would go to them and be kept in trust. It also states that I have absolutely no claim to your earnings or The Magnificent Dunes once you become owner.”
Tipping her head to the side, she asked, “You wouldn’t want to stay married even if we have kids?”
His green eyes shuttered. “I wouldn’t force you to stay with me.” He scrubbed his face with his hand. “Honestly, sweetheart, I’m married to MI. Have been for the last seven years and I don’t see that changing in the near future. In any case, we’ll take every precaution.”
“But what if—?”
“Then we’ll renegotiate.”
“Children shouldn’t be a part of a contract,” she said sadly.
“I don’t have that luxury. Neither would my children, even if I weren’t in this predicament.”
Her heart went out to him. She couldn’t help it. This was her childhood friend, after all, and he was in need. He was hurting. She could see it, even if he couldn’t.
With a small, determined smile, she grabbed a pen from the center of the table and signed.
“Initial here, and then date it,” he said, leaning over her. His body brushed against hers, and she shivered. “My turn.” He seemed to deliberately touch her fingers with his as he took the pen. A few seconds later, the papers were signed. “Let’s get this done.”
Straightening, he took the papers and placed them inside the briefcase.
Glancing down at her uniform, she picked at an imaginary thread. “It would have been nice to change first,” she muttered.
The conference room door opened. A man and two women entered the room. Drew greeted the trio and began the introductions. “This is Bill. He’s an ordained minister and will be performing the ceremony.”
“And the two women?” Hannah asked faintly.
“His sisters and our witnesses. I would have asked your friends and family to come, but this is a matter of urgency, and I didn’t want to have to explain… things. Later, we can have a real wedding.”
A real wedding? He wanted a real wedding later to celebrate a fake marriage? “We’ll have two weddings?”