“Why me?” I asked, arms crossed and brow twitching. “Out of every woman in Manhattan—why me?”
Ethan didn’t even flinch. “Because I’ve seen your acting. Up close.”
My mouth fell open. Was that… praise?
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I asked, glaring at him.
He blinked once. “Interpret it however you like.”
Oh, I was interpreting it all right. I pressed my palms together muttering an internal prayer for patience.
“You don’t want to marry me” he said, tone matter-of-fact, “and I don’t want to waste time. So, here’s the deal. Pretend to date me in front of my grandfather, and in return, I’ll pay you.”
“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like fake hold
