The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(18)

"I never said anything about doves." He took a step closer to her, smiling.

She hated that his smile made her feel weak in the knees. After this,  she was totally taking that six-month sabbatical to get over him. She'd  need it after being in close proximity for a month. "I need your help,"  she repeated. "Please, please help me keep them on track."

Asher leaned in closer. "Wanna make a bargain?"

Her brows drew together. "A bargain?"

"Yep. You want my help with the wedding. I want your help with something. We both get what we want. Seems simple to me."

There was a calculating look in those bright blue eyes that she didn't trust. "This sounds like a trap."

"It's not a trap, I promise. You want help with the wedding, don't you?"

"I do," she ventured, still skeptical. She knew Asher, and she knew he was up to something. "What do you want from me?"

He leaned in, ever closer. So close that, for a moment, she thought he  was going to kiss her. And then she mentally berated herself because of  course he wasn't . . .

. . . and she hadn't pulled away, either, had she?

"I need," he began slowly, "your help with . . . seduction."

She must have heard that wrong. "Beg pardon?"         

     



 

"I want you to help me with my seduction techniques."





Chapter 6


It was the perfect plan.

It was completely and utterly ridiculous, of course. Demanding that a  woman practice dating and seduction with him when he knew he was already  perfectly good at it? It was ludicrous. But then again, so was the  wedding that Greer was desperately trying to pull together.

At least he had her full attention now.

He watched as her jaw dropped and she stared at him, aghast. "You want me to what?"

When he'd come up with the plan last night, he hadn't quite imagined  her sounding so very horrified. Damn. He'd been worse at drunk sex than  he'd thought for her to recoil like that. No matter. He'd chosen his  path. She already hated him, so it wasn't as if he was losing anything.  Right now, Asher was swinging for the fences. "I'll help you herd those  three and keep Stijn's end on track provided that you help me out with  my big problem. I want you to help me get better at wooing women." When  she stared at him, he added, "You did tell me I was terrible at it. I  took your words to heart."

Her mouth worked silently. After a moment, she squeaked out, "Me?"

"Of course, you." You're gorgeous and I want better memories than a  drunken fumble. I want you to love me again. I want you back so we can  experience everything we should have had before when I was too dumb and  blind to see it. "You're perfect for this."

"Why am I perfect for this?"

"Well, for starters, you have exceedingly low expectations. So you'll  be able to tell me when I improve. That's important. Also, I can't get  you pregnant." And I can't wait to touch you.

Her mouth shut and her jaw clenched. Her nostrils flared, and he could  tell she was about to explode. That was okay. He'd kind of expected  that. "You want to blackmail me into having sex with you? After what  happened last time?"

"You're shouting," he murmured, calm. "And we don't have to have sex.  We can just work on seduction. Kissing. Coaxing a woman. Things like  that."

Her eyes widened and she stared in horror at the double doors to the  room. Her gaze flicked back to him and she lowered her voice. "Are you  the world's biggest idiot, Asher?"

"I'm an optimist, actually. The way I see it, we both need something.  You can help me practice, and I can help you put together the wedding.  Think of how much easier it'll be if I can get Tiffany-"

"Tiffi." she corrected.

God, whatever. "-Tiffi off of her unicorn kick. You want them to choose  flowers? I'll lobby for roses. You want simple? I'll suggest everything  that's as basic and simple as possible and play it up so it seems like a  genius concept. You'll make this ridiculous wedding seem like a  masterpiece."

A look of disgust crossed her face. "But I'll have to let you touch me again."

Jesus, she sounded really revolted at the thought. Did he think she'd  deflated his ego before? She was taking the remnants of it and grinding  it under one of her ballet flats. "That is the catch, yes."

"You must be crazy."

Just desperate to have you back. "Is that a no?"

She sputtered. "It's most definitely a no!"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Greer shook her head at him, as if utterly astonished at his request.  Did she not realize how desperate he was to get her back? To make her  realize that she could love him again? He watched, full of longing, as  she opened the doors and marched out of the room, her back stiff.

All right, then. He'd let things play out as he thought they would.

Asher followed after her and returned to his seat between two of the  women. They were all so similar that he had a hard time keeping them  straight in his head, and he'd be damned if he could remember their  names. They were nice girls, and beautiful in an overly processed sort  of way, but they were . . . generic. His tastes had gone more to dark  eyes, dark hair, and a small mouth that was even now frowning fiercely  at him.         

     



 

"Now," Greer said as she picked up her paper again, smoothing her hair. "Where were we?"

"Talking about themes," one of the girls said. "I think we should have Justin Bieber sing our wedding song."

"I don't think," Greer began delicately, "that Mr. Bieber will find the time in his schedule to sing for you."

"He could write it, too," Blue girl said. "I'm sure he writes several songs a day."

"Like I said," Greer began again. "At this late a date-"

"I know!" The pink girl clapped her hands excitedly. "Doves! We can release doves when we come in!"

Greer's eyes went wide. She shot him a startled look.

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, trying not to smile.  Hell, he hadn't even had to say the word doves aloud. This was almost  too easy.

Blue girl squealed. "Oh my god. Doves are an amazing idea."

"I am positive that horses and doves are not the way to go," Greer stressed.

Pink girl ignored Greer, turning to her sisters. "All those in favor of doves raise your hands?"

Blue girl's hand shot up. The other remained down. They all turned and  looked at him. "You're the tiebreaker," said one triplet. "What-"

Greer shot to her feet. "Asher! I need to talk to you again in private. Now."

"Yes ma'am," he said, oh-so-casual. Inside, he was gleeful. He was  getting somewhere now. Good. He whistled as he sauntered back into the  study after her.

The moment she slammed the doors behind him, she whirled and smacked his arm. "Do not say doves! Not under any circumstances!"

It took everything Asher had to not break into a grin. "Does this mean you want to take my deal?"

"No! I don't want to sleep with you!"

"You don't right now," he agreed. "But just imagine how much better it'll be once I improve?"

"You're impossible."

"I am. And this wedding will be impossible unless we work together."

For a moment, Greer looked as if she were about to cry. "This is blackmail. You know that, right?"

"I didn't say anything about doves and you know it. But the thing is,  those girls aren't listening to you. They're walking all over you and  you're letting them. You want my help? I'll offer it, but you know my  price." When she didn't look convinced, he changed his voice to coaxing.  "Come on, Greer. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

"If all you wanted was a back scratch, we wouldn't be in this situation," she said glumly.

Asher grinned. He smelled success. She wasn't glaring at him any  longer. If anything, she just looked frustrated. Maybe a little  defeated. That meant she was considering his offer. "Look," he said, and  modulated his tone to the one he used in board meetings to ensure  everyone saw things his way. "Helping me out won't interfere with your  work on the wedding. We can meet in private somewhere. We can do this  quietly. And we can take it in baby steps. One week, we can practice  kissing. The next week, we can move on to foreplay since apparently that  was bad."

"Not just bad, but nonexistent," she corrected.

"Nonexistent," he agreed. She was wrong, but he'd let her believe he  was so damn terrible at touching a woman that he didn't know the first  thing about foreplay. "After that, we move on to the bigger stuff. By  the time the wedding hits, it'll be a beautiful, low-key success story,  and I'll have some pointers on how to please a woman."

She hesitated, her gaze on the double doors off to the side, as if  weighing her options. He tried to imagine what she was thinking-a  wedding full of fake unicorns, doves, and whatever madness the triplets  could think of? Or a few weeks of letting him fumble at her again? The  fact that she was hesitating for so long was a bit of a blow to his ego,  but he ignored it. Once he had Greer in his arms and she was no longer  fighting him and declaring her hate for him, she'd change her tune.