I kick off my jeans, and I’m so focused on what he’s saying that I barely recognize I’m down to my bra and underwear. A small, vain part of me wishes I’d known this was happening so I could put on a matching set. Or at least a pair of underwear that aren’t saggy from too many washes. My whole body is one hot blush.
“With a sales pitch like that, it’s easy to see why you needed a fake girlfriend. I’m not going if there’s any chance I won’t come home.”
He rolls his eyes. “Cool it with the dramatics. You’ll be fine. Benjamin is my heir. You’re no one.”
“And what does that mean?”
“As my sole heir, life will be dangerous for him. I want to make sure I have full legal custody of him and every protection put into place before anyone beyond the Bratva knows about him.”
“You’re saying people m
