Her Tiger Billionaire (Supernatural Billionaire Mates 2)

“It would be odd for a newly married couple to live in separate residences, don’t you think?” he said.

“Yeah, but…”

“Secondly, our marriage isn’t fake. Its legality is absolute in the eyes of the law.”

“But Mr. Abbott said it was a pro forma. He explained it to me.”

“Indeed. We’re married for the sake of fulfilling your uncle’s will perfunctorily, but it doesn’t make it fake.”

Annalise quieted for a moment. “Why did you agree to do this?”

“I owe your uncle a big favor.” Sven leaned back and took the key from the ignition. “Fulfilling his wish is the only thing I could do to repay him.”

“Even when you have to marry a woman you don’t love?”

That blunt question made him grin. “I can learn to love you…”

Her face reddened in an instant. “Don’t joke about something like that. It’s not funny.”

“Who said I’m joking?” Sven found the way she blushed very cute.

“We’re too different. You’re a smart, wealthy man and I’m only a lowly dumb waitress. People like us could never be together. In real life, Cinderella doesn’t exist.”

“I think we need to work on your self-esteem issues. You’re a young, very attractive girl. I see no reason why men from different walks of life wouldn’t fall for you.” Sven unbuckled the seatbelt. “And there’s one more thing: quit your job.”

“Excuse me?”

“You certainly don’t expect that my wife would work as a waitress at a diner, do you?”

“Well, I…”

“I want you to hand in your resignation tomorrow. Effective immediately.”

“Kinda bossy, are you?”

“I’m the husband, aren’t I?”

Annalise shook her head. “I’m starting to think this is all a bad idea.”

“Come on, where is your sense of adventure? This should be fun.”

“So it’s all fun and games for you? I’m doing this for my brother.”

“I know. And your brother would want you to have a good time once in a while.”

She quieted again. “I guess you’re right, Mr. Torvik.”

“And another thing—don’t call me that anymore. I’m your husband. Try calling me ‘honey’ or ‘darling’ or something.”

Annalise looked scandalized. “I—I can’t. We’ve just met. It doesn’t sound polite.”

He smiled. His new bride was even cuter when he teased her. “No? Then how are we going to pull off a convincing marriage?”

“Uhm…”

He leaned closer to her. “Try it—‘Sven, honey…’”

“You’re having too much fun with this, aren’t you?”