Page 106 of The Billionaire's Baby

"It is." I nod, "Being perfect can sometimes get to be too much for me as well."

She gapes, "Whoa, have you ever heard yourself?"

"All the time, babe." I place my razor on the counter, then turn and haul her to me. Her gaze widens, her breasts brush up against my chest, and color smears her cheeks. Good. I like her off balance, a little surprised, a little breathless. "Now, tell me what you two spoke about."

"It’s a secret."

"A secret?"

She nods. "It’s a woman thing, you know?"

"Is that right?" I scowl.

"Yep." Her eyes gleam, "Not something I can share with you."

I take in her flushed features, the satisfied look in her eyes, then release her. "Fine." I turn back, pick up my razor and begin to shave.

"Fine?" She blinks at me rapidly in the mirror. "What do you mean fine?"

"If she told you something in confidence, then I guess you’d better keep it that way, right?"

"So, you don’t mind that your grandmother told me something that she may have not mentioned to you?"

Her tone is shocked. I set down my razor, then turn to her. "You’re my wife."

"Fake wife."

"Wife," I insist, "for as long as we are under this roof, remember? And if my grandmother took to you so quickly—which I had no doubt she would—if she trusts you enough to share with you, then I am more than pleased about it."

"You…you are?" She frowns.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" I cup her cheek. "It’s the reason for this entire arrangement, after all. She wanted to see me married and settled, and now she knows I am."

"It’s wrong," she says. "You shouldn’t try to tell her an outright lie."

I grasp her left hand and hold it up, "It’s not an outright lie. You wear my ring and we will be married at the end of the thirty-day period."

"Something I still don’t understand." She bites down on her plump lower lip, and damn, if the blood doesn’t rush to my cock instantly.

"What don’t you understand?"

"Why do you still want to marry me?"

"Maybe you’re growing on me... Maybe it’s easier to pretend than to want the real thing... Maybe this is the real thing..."

"No, it’s not." She tugs her hand and I release it. "This is one big ego trip for you; that’s all it is."

"Is that what you think?"

"Isn’t it?" She drags her fingers through her hair. "Honestly, right now, I don’t know what to think."

I grab the towel and wipe my face, "Why don’t you give me a minute to get dressed? I have something to show you."

Half an hour later, we are on the highway.

"Where are we going?"

I don’t reply, stare ahead through the windshield.