Page 58 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing," he says. "When you're not there or at school, you'll answer the calls. And I think I have another idea."

"What's your other idea?" I ask him.

"I think that I am going to need you to do something for me."

"I'm not giving you head again right now. I don't think this is..."

"No, Sabrina." He leans back and chuckles. "That's not what I'm asking."

"Then what?"

"I think in two weeks..."

"Yeah?"

"We're going to pretend that we're engaged."

"We’re what? No, I..."

"Yeah. I think that's going to be the best way to get this to die down without it looking completely unrealistic."

"Oh, yeah, because it's not going to look unrealistic that we got engaged in two weeks."

"Not if we sell it right. I have a couple of work dinners and a high society gala to go to. You'll attend the gala with me and one of the dinners."

"But why?"

"Because there will be newspapers and magazines and reporters," he says, his eyes glinting. "And maybe I'll get another front-page article about me, and maybe this time it will be in theNew York Times,and I'll be able to say that I'm taken and that everyone who's been calling to be my wife should stop. You see where I'm going with this?"

I nod slowly. "I guess so. I mean, if you think it's the only way to fix the issue."

"Fix the issue that you caused, remember?"

"I know it's because of me, but..."

"But what?"

"Fine, I'll do it. When do I have to start?"

"Monday," he says.

"Oh, but that's in..."

"I could say you're starting tonight."

"I can't start tonight. I have things going on."

"Exactly, and that's why I've given you a day and a half."

"It's hardly a day and a half when the day is already over."

"I can say you start tomorrow. Would you prefer that?"

"No." I glare at him. "You're horrible."

"That's not what you were saying a couple of hours ago when I..."