Page 17 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
Jace leans back, eyes gleaming.
Oh. He enjoyed that little trick.
My nails bite into my palm. I will not slap him again. Will not.
The sun's rays slant through the window, blinding me for a second. Then the plane breaks through the clouds, and levels out. Now we glide, the difference startling after the bumpy ride of the few seconds ago.
"Your first trip to London, right?" He asks.
"You went to boarding school in England, didn't you?" I respond.
Question for question. Only fair.
That gets his attention.
"Did some research of my own." I pause. "Google search."
His features relax.
"Do you miss London at all?"
He glances out the window before replying, his voice short. "No."
I wince at the bite in his tone.
A shutter comes down over his features.
"Sorry," he says, in a calmer tone, sounding very English right then. "I don't miss the people there. But I do miss the way of life. There is a kind of grace, a love for the softer aspects of life in London."
"An angel investor who also sounds poetic?" I exclaim.
I hadn't expected him to say something that hints at the man behind the persona?the ambitious businessman trying to break out of his father's shadow.
That much I'd read between the lines of his interviews online.
He chuckles, a full, deep-throated sound that rumbles up from his chest.
His features relax, making him look younger.
So far, he's been aloof, shut off, only the occasional flash of intelligence hinting at the sharp brain behind that lazy charm. But relaxed like this, he's more open. And it's as if I can feel him for the first time.
Strictly business, remember?
This is a business trip.
Right.
"So what's the story?" I ask.
"Story?" He asks, eyebrows slashing down.
"Us," I point from me to him. "How did we meet? Any deep dark secrets about your past I should know?" I bat my eyelashes. "After all, if we're lovers"?I gulp as the word sends a spurt of melting heat through me?"then we must have exchanged some intimacies?"
"Intimacies," Jace drawls out the word. A promise of all kinds of naughty, pleasurable things.
Not good.
"Love at first sight," I snap before he can say anything else.
