Page 58 of Faking it with the Billionaire
“Ice skating lessons for a future date,” he says more to himself than anything else.
I don’t remind him that we’re faking dating, but ice-skating lessons don’t sound like a bad idea, mostly because the thought of spending time with Kyler makes my stomach flutter and my heart race.
I enjoy spending time with him, even if it’s entirely related to the job.
“Right, planning our dates already?” I tease, and my feet slip, but he pulls me close. His arms wrap around my waist, and my arms instinctively move around his neck in an embrace.
“That’s not the only thing I’ve been planning with you, Em.” The way he says my name steals my breath. It catches in my throat, and I tremble in his arms. Is it the cold? My nerves? Maybe I’m just freaking out because there are thousands of eyes on us in the arena.
Except no one else hears his words. They’re meant solely for me.
“Is that right?” Another nervous laugh, and I really wish I had my emotions under control. It’s suddenly warm, and my cheeks are heated. I can feel the flush like a fever coursing through me.
Jasper skates onto the ice, carrying a microphone with him.
I glance between brothers.
What the hell are they up to?
Jasper skates off the ice, leaving Greyson in my arms. He pulls back only slightly, making sure I’m not going to fall before he releases his grip from me. With one hand, he takes the microphone, and in the other, my hand is in his.
“Kyler, what are you doing?” I whisper, staring up at him with wide eyes.
There’s a smirk on his face, fueled with passion and mischief, like whatever he’s got planned, nothing and no one will stand in his way.
Shit.
My stomach does a belly flop.
“Kyler,” I warn, and already, he drops to one knee, and I swear my eyes practically fly out of my head. “Get up,” I whisper to him, and he chuckles.
“Not until you hear what I have to say.” Those words are meant only for me. He brings the microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen. May I have everyone’s attention, please?”
I can’t speak, only stare at Kyler Greyson, my mouth agape and my eyes like two saucers. There’s nothing pretty about looking speechless. A bug could fly into my mouth, and I’d still be standing there dumbfounded.
His eyes stare straight into my soul. I swear he’s stolen my breath, and I blink rapidly before I realize I need to inhale and exhale, or I might pass out. The microphone moves away from his lips, again making it so that only I can hear him.
“I need you to say yes.” He stares at me, his eyes boring into mine.
My head is in the clouds like a misty fog, and the moment feels incredibly surreal. “What?” I whisper, trying to comprehend what he’s saying because my mind and my heart are thoroughly confused.
“When I ask. Say yes.” It’s like a set of instructions, a manual I have to follow, and I’m not even sure what the hell I’m building. Except I know. My stomach tenses, and my hands tremble because there’s no other reason that an NHL player gets down on one knee during intermission and holds a pretty girl’s hand unless he’s asking herthatquestion.
He brings the microphone to his lips. Everyone probably thought he gave me a sweet private speech. Instead, it was a list of his demands. Say yes. Okay, actually, one demand.
I should have asked for more money if I’m putting up with these shenanigans.
Kyler speaks into the microphone loud and clear, making sure everyone hears him. “Emerson Ryan, will you marry me?”
FIFTEEN
KYLER
The plan went exactlyhow I wanted it to, and then it imploded. Not the proposal. At least not publicly.
Em said yes, just like I asked her to before I made a formal proposal for all to see and hear. I wanted it to be the headlines on the news and in the paper.
I wasn’t disappointed with her answer. And I’m sure that tomorrow, the news channels will be all over it. I’m pretty sure if I turned on the television to one of the sports channels, they’d be talking about it.
