Fake Wife (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 8)

I ran a finger down his cheek. “Maybe I never got over you.”

“Oh, please.”

“Maybe we’re two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other,” I whispered in his ear.

“Stop it. You never had a crush on me. We established that long ago, and it’s bullshit. We used to talk for hours, and I know your deepest darkest secrets. I know how you operate, so maybe you’d better move on to Plan B if you hope to accomplish whatever you’re really up to.”

“Maybe I didn’t let myself have a crush because you noticed every other girl but me.”

His lips hovered dangerously close. “I notice you now.”

“It’s a little damn late for that now.”

“So you’re not here to declare your undying love?”

I laughed sharply. “Not a chance. But you do have nice, rock-hard abs.”

“So why are you here in my house dressed like a thief?” he asked. “I know you too well, darling. You have an ulterior motive. What is it you’re up to exactly?”

I shrugged, then shook my head. “I came here to get my damn money back.”

“Ah. So the truth comes out at last.”

“How could I ever lie to you, baby? Please don’t be mad. And please don’t call the cops.”

He pulled me close and I could feel the thick, impressive bulge between his legs.

“I’ll think about it long and hard,” he said.

I batted my lashes at him. “What I did was wrong. And I’m sorry. But please don’t be hard on me.”

Being pinned up against his big and powerful body was more than I could take. He was rock-hard and ready, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. I felt his intense need to fuck me senseless.

My heart beat wildly.

“You broke in here, but I don’t get it,” he said. “Stealing is not your style at all. Maybe we need to dig deeper.”

“Much deeper. Listen, I don’t know what you think of me after all these years, but I hope it’s X-rated.”

“Cut the shit! I can always see right through you. So was this heist planned...so you could take exactly $1,000 from me?”

“You know me, I just wanted to come out on top.”

He shot me a devilish grin. “Yeah, nothing is sexier than that.” I swatted his arm and he continued. “You’ll get paid in good time.”

“Great. And I expect interest too,” I said sweetly.

“That wasn’t our original agreement,” he chided.

“You didn’t pay up, so I’m adding interest. Twenty-five percent interest to be precise.”

“Worse than my damn credit card.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you came here to rob me.”

“Actually, I was looking for dirt to blackmail you with, to force you to pay me and the other girls back.”

He crossed his arms. “Blackmail? And did you find anything?”

I grinned. “Sure did. Learned all your deep, dark secrets.”