“Are you seriously considering doing this?” I ask.
“I’m not considering; I’m doing this.”
I lean in close, too shocked to remember that it’s a mistake getting near this man. His scent is like honey to a bee, except he’s the honey and the bee. If I fall for him, I’m going to get stung.
“You are?”
He chuckles. “I want details, Millie. Not more questions. How long?”
He’s agreed. I don’t know why. What does he get out of this? Not much. At least, not much that he’s making clear. Maybe he thinks I’m going to f**k him every night that we’re married. I’m going to have to put that in the rules—no f*****g. That’s the only way our ‘marriage’ is going to survive.
“One year?” I ask.
He c***s his head with a sly look. He can sense my fear. I know he’s dying to know the truth, why I want t
