Pretend to Be Mine
ed power in every gleaming detail. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a skyline of glass and steel, sunlight flashin
sional tormentor, and the only man alive who still trea
warm beneath his fingertips. The city shimme
r into his espresso. "Which means either the
y amusement. "Not everythi
lly does." Marcus
but Marcus had always been annoyin
ern nearly stepped
impressed. "And you're sul
at the memory-the spark in her eyes when she'd snapped back at h
spine. I like her already. You, howev
ze narrowed
tation-playboy, scandals, models like revolving doors-it's hurting yo
o appease a board." Adrian
ing up to events with a steady partner. Someone who doesn't screa
brow. "Hire so
intern-Elena. Ordinary enough to look believable, sharp enough to hold her
ed. "She woul
er. You've close
solving a problem his board had whispered about for months actually made sense. But logic was logic. Survival, pow
Ramirez was th
lobby. Adrian Harrington did not wait-not for interns, not for
smoothly, gaze locking on
into the elevator. By the time they rea
ve the city-Adrian gestured to a chair
u tracked me down
e lowered, all calculat
h dipped.
friend for a few months. In return, I'll make sure your career takes off
d incredulous-burst out of her. "You nearly ran me over
ching. "The board needs stability. You
is i
greed softly,
me? You could hire a model. Or ca
ol, deliberate. "No one would believe it. Y
s? Elena's pulse thudded. She thought of Maya, of tuition, of rent. Of how heavy responsibility fel
ife, Elena. Smiling when you want to scream. Pushing forward when you wan
too close. She hated that
spered, "this stays pre
is eyes-gone too fast to
d more like stepping into a performance with no script. She swallowed hard. This has to stay pretend. And yet
ment, the weight of rent envelopes. Then she though
the door opened. Marcus strolled in, casual
. "Ah," he said, voice dripping amusement. "So this is the girl. Tel
but Marcus only grinne
kled, looking between th
, "this just go