Page 68 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Unfortunately, there will be no date scheduled for Mr. Carrington. He actually has someone now."

"What? What do you mean he has someone?"

"I mean that the position has been filled." I hang up the phone.

"It's been filled, has it?"

"Well, that's why I'm here, right? We want everyone to believe I'm taking the position."

"But you act like you don't want the position." He takes a step closer to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. "You act like?—"

"I don't want the position," I cut him off. "I'm just here because I have to be."

"Really?"

"Yes. I already told you that nothing is going to happen between us, Wes.”

“Okay, Sabrina,” he says, his eyes twinkling. The elevator stops, and we head out. I watch as he walks to the door and opens it. "Welcome to my humble abode," he says, ushering me inside.

"I would hardly say humble, but it is very nice." I look around once again. I will never tire of stepping into this apartment. If I were here under different circumstances, maybe house-sitting with Erica, I would truly enjoy the experience, but because I’m here with Wes under such dubious conditions, I feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I guess I'll show you to our room," he says with a slight chuckle as we walk down the corridor.

"I mean, I don't really want to stay in the same room as you, but..."

"But nothing, Sabrina. Those are the rules."

"Whatever."

He opens the door. "You can put your stuff down. I'm a little hungry. What time do you want to start making dinner?"

"Oh, I can make it soon if you want."

"I do. So, you're not going to tell me what you're making?"

"I will say this. It's a Sabrina specialty."

"Ooh. Do I have time to do some work beforehand? What time should I think about coming to the dinner table?"

"What time is it now?" I ask him.

"It's 7:30," he says, looking at his watch. "So what are you thinking? An hour and a half, two hours?"

I press my lips together. I'm trying not to laugh. This fool really thinks that I'm about to go all out making dinner for him. "I mean, if you're really hungry, I think I can have it done a little sooner than that."

"Oh, okay. I mean, I don't want you to skip any steps. I want it to be whatever you wanted it to be. I'm a big man. I can survive a little longer if I have to."

"I'll do my best to get it done as quickly as possible."

"Oh, well, I'm super excited." He turns to me and grabs my hands. "I know you didn't necessarily want to be here, but I think it will be nice getting to spend this time with you, especiallyseeing as we haven't seen each other in the last year, and well, you know."

"I mean, not really. Why am I really here, Wes?" I say truthfully because I still don't really understand why I had to be at his apartment. "Couldn't you have just forwarded your calls to me?"

"But then what if it was a call that I was to accept?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "How would I know when it was forwarded to you and you weren't with me?"

"But logistically, I don't really see how this is going to work. I can't answer your phone every second of the day. I can't just be up under you."

"What you're going to do," he says with a small smile, "is answer the calls between specific hours, and when they are real calls, you will note them down and I'll call them back."