Chapter 12
Juno
Do I see a hint of that dimple? That should probably also go on the no-no list—especially if keeping things platonic is important to him.
To take my mind off the urge to lick said dimple, I shake the paperwork. “Can you explain this in plain English? Translate from the legalese for me.”
He does so as we devour the p***s-like clam dish and the next course—a ridiculously delicious plate of wagyu beef. Basically, I just have to keep my mouth shut about our arrangement to everyone, even my family. Which, for the money he’s paying, I’m happy to do.
“That all sounds as reasonable as such things could,” I say when he’s done talking. I spear the last bit of the beef, already mourning its absence. “Now, tell me why.”
He pours us both more wine. “Why what?”
I shrug, unsure of
