Trina Shaw is far too intelligent to think I’ll fall for this ploy. “Trina.”
“Graham,” she says my name in the middle of one of those groan moan things that make me instantly hard.
“My office,” I spit both words out through clenched teeth.
“Is over there,” she snaps back with a finger wagging in the air toward my open office door.
I glance at it for some goddamn reason.
She seems to take some pleasure in that because when I look back at her, my wife is almost smiling.
I fight off one of my own. “This won’t take long, Trina.”
“What won’t take long?”
That question doesn’t come from my wife’s perfect lips. The voice is too throaty.
I close my eyes because I deserve all of this.
I took off like a selfish asshole after fingering Trina to an orgasm. I deserve to suffer.
“Kay!” Trina bounces to her feet. “You’re here.”
“In the flesh.” Kay spins to show off the floral print dress she’s wearing. “You said it was important, so I came in early.”
I turn to face the watch designer. “How much of our conversation did you overhear, Kay?”
She looks me over before her gaze settles on my left hand. “Oh my god! Are you married? Who the hell married you?”
Her hand flies up to cover her mouth after that last question.
Trina bows her head. I suspect it’s to bite back laughter.
“The most exquisite woman I’ve ever met did.”
That instantly draws my wife’s gaze to my face. She studies me, which suits me fine because I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“Do I know her?” Kay presses for more. “What’s her name?”
“I’m her,” Trina whispers.
“What?” Kay shouts. “You didn’t say you’re her, did you, Trina?”
Trina answers that with a wiggle of the fingers of her left hand in the air. The overhead lights bounce off the diamond. “I did. I’m Graham’s wife.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard those words, and they strike something inside of me that reaches deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Is this real?” Kay screeches. “Is today April first? This has to be a joke. It can’t be real.”
I lock eyes with Trina and answer for myself since I can’t speak for her. “It’s real, Kay. Trina agreed to be my wife, and I consider myself an incredibly lucky man.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Trina
Graham surprised me just now.
Actually, it goes far beyond that. He shocked me into utter silence when he declared to Kay that he married the most exquisite woman he’s ever met.
I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if he was trying to sell our situation to Kay. I know she’s known Lloyd for decades, so it wouldn’t be beyond the scope of reason to assume that Graham was trying to convince Kay that our marriage is real.
For a half-second, after hearing that, I semi believed him.
“When did this wedding take place?” Kay’s gaze volleys between Graham and me. “It must have been recently because you weren’t wearing that rock the last time I saw you, Trina.”
“It wasn’t soon enough,” Graham answers.
Kay’s hands jump to the center of her chest. “How romantic is he?”
On a scale of one to ten, I’d rate him a negative one, but I just smile so Graham can continue his string of lies.
“Lloyd has to be over the moon.” Kay bounces in her shoes. “He always wanted Graham to find the perfect woman, and it looks to me like he did.”
Considering the source, I take that as a compliment.
“Trina has more good news to share,” Graham effortlessly segues into the reason I called Kay in. “I have a meeting I need to get to.”
I glance in his direction to find him staring at me. “I’ll speak to you later.”
Kay laughs. “I’m not going to tell anyone if you kiss each other goodbye.”
Before Graham can sweep me up into a kiss that rivals the one from the other night, I move to plant a soft one on his cheek.
“You should go,” I whisper. “You don’t want to be late.”
He stares into my eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it, Mrs. Locke.”
“That’s adorable.” Kay busts out an ear-to-ear grin. “I’m kicking myself for not seeing this before today.”
“For not seeing what?” Graham questions.
“How in love you two are.” She bats her eyelashes. “I can’t wait to spread the good news.”
Great.
Before the day is over, everyone who works for Abdons will know that I married my boss.
“Good news travels fast.” Lloyd beams as I step off the elevator into Graham’s penthouse just before six.
I don’t have to ask what that’s about.
A steady stream of my co-workers stopped by my office today with their well wishes for a long and happy marriage. Most of those were accompanied by looks of confusion, but I simply nodded over and over again.
Deceiving the people I have to see on a daily basis isn’t something I want to do, but I’m so deep into this that I don’t have a choice at this point.