Chapter 18: OLIVE’s POV
"So what's your offer?" he asked, moving even closer until I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact, and I could feel the edge of the kitchen island pressing against my lower back, trapping me between marble and muscle.
"I have a better deal than the one you offered," I said, trying to sound confident even though my voice came out breathier than I wanted. "This time I make the terms."
"I'm listening," he said, and something in his tone made my skin prickle with awareness.
"Fake dating," I rushed out before I could lose my nerve. "Public appearances, PDA, making Cole jealous, all of that, but just for two months and then we're done, clean break, no strings attached."
He stared at me for a long moment, and I watched his expression shift through emotions
