Page 17 of Marriage Bargain with His Innocent
‘What was it,’ he murmured, thankfully straightening, although he kept his hands on her shoulders, ‘that made you fall head over heels in love with me?’
‘No idea.’ Georgina lightly covered his hands with hers and gently but firmly prised herself free.
In response, Matias circled around to take the seat facing her, slightly behind his mother so that he could watch the expression on her face without Rose being any the wiser.
Georgina ignored him to the best of her ability. She smiled at Rose, although her jaw was beginning to ache from the effort of pretending that this was just a normal conversation.
Out of the corner of her eye, she registered Matias’s lazy gaze resting on her. Was this his way of punishing her for having put him in a situation he hadn’t invited? Watching her having to flesh out the little white lie that had propelled him into sitting here in his mother’s kitchen, pretending to be someone he wasn’t?
Rose was looking at her with eager, interested eyes and Georgina felt a flash of anger towards Matias. Couldn’t he see that he was making their inevitable break-up all the harder by laying on the touchy-feely stuff in such abundance?
She gathered herself. ‘I mean, it certainly wasn’t his engaging humility or his sweet-natured, easy-going personality! You know your son, Rose! He’s challenging, to say the least! And sometimes...’ she smiled brightly at Matias ‘...I’d go so far as to say there’s an arrogant streak there...’
Matias watched, amused, and then he returned with a wicked smile, ‘Well, my darling, if it wasn’t my soft, soppy nature and my ambitious streak, it must have been my scintillating and exciting personality...wouldn’t you agree?’
How, she wondered irritably, hadsweet-natured and easy-goingturned intosoft and soppy? How hadarrogant and challengingbecomeambitious?
‘Let’s just say,’ he continued, much to his mother’s delight—this was obviously just the sort of familiar banter she enjoyed hearing—‘that I made her heart race and it hasn’t stopped racing since. Wouldn’t you say, my darling, that that just about sums it up...?’
