Page 11 of Hard and Unprotected
“Well, I have is a unique problem you see. Something that might be up your alley.”
My face flushed. Did he mean sucking his woodie? Squeezing him tight in this back office until he erupted, my hand covered with hot male jism?
No.
Couldn’t be.
We just met.
We hadn’t even reallymetmet because he was just a customer in the store.
So I took a deep breath.
“What’s that?” I asked in a voice that trembled.
What could he possibly want?
The man grinned wolfishly then.
“I need a fake fiancée.”
There was no way I heard him right.
“What? I’m sorry?”
He said it again but it didn’t make any more sense the second time around.
“I think you’d be perfect as a fake fiancée.”
Shocked, I stared at him with my mouth open. It was the craziest idea ever.
“You don’t even know me!” I managed in a feeble voice.
“I don’t need to know you,” he drawled, eyes assessing my curvy figure. “I saw what how you handled Bowzer. You have the exact qualities I need for this project.”
I gaped at him. No way were my dog whispering skills relevant to a fake fiancée role.
“No, I don’t think so,” my words came, head shaking slowly. “That doesn’t sound right. Maybe you just need some rest. The dog must be wearing you out.”
This time Mr. Lincoln laughed, tipping his head back and flashing that bright white smile.
“God damn, you’re cute.” He chuckled again the sound rolled over my body, making me shiver. Why oh why did the sexy ones have to be crazy? Because this was a lunatic proposition for sure.
But then Evan upped the ante.
“I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars to pose as my fiancée for a month,” he growled, blue eyes harsh.
My mouth dropped open. What? Ten thousand was inconceivable. It was more money than I’ve ever had. It was what I made in a year, working part time at DoggyMart.
“What?” I gasped. “What? What?”
I wish I could say something smarter than one word on repeat. But the offer was over-the-top insane and totally flabbergasting. This guy must be really crazy. And now I was trapped in the back office with him. Oh shit.
How to get out of here? I needed to escape. Was there any way I could call out to Leah for help without him knowing? Was this kind of insanity violent? His eyes were nice though. Not kind, but safe. But I bet people thought the same way about serial killers before they chopped them up too. So I took a deep breath.
“Listen,” I said, hands up placating him. “We don’t know each other. You don’t know me. This can’t be right. There must be other women you can ask.”
But the alpha cut me off.