Page 38 of Ice Wolf
“He’s not my boyfriend! Just a test case of insanity.”
“Said a little too emphatically. So you get to play with Saint Masters for a little while. You get to pretend, making everyone including me jealous. Woe is you. Your life is terrible. You’re getting paid six figures for a month’s worth of work and spending your time with the hottest bachelor on the planet. Tell me again who you are and why I consider you my friend.”
“Because we’re connected at the hip,” I told her, thankful she was able to take my mind off the craziness of my life. “Plus, you really don’t know what he’d like to deal with. Every time I see him, I have the urge to slap him across the face.”
“All men love that.”
“Yeah, right. I think that would get me fired and maybe tossed in jail. He’s not worth it.”
“If that’s the truth, then I deserve a little taste. Just one. I’ll do what’s necessary.”
“Very funny and no, you won’t.” Almost time for the date with my fake boyfriend. How ironic. Two dates with two men in a few days under totally different circumstances and both were as fake as some women’s tits. The irony was fascinating.
“What are you wearing?”
“A suit. I bought a couple at my father’s insistence.” At least it was red.
She burst into laughter. “Let me get this straight. This is the first time you’re being seen out in public with the man. Correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re supposed to be madly in love.”
“It’s called dating, not marriage, and there will never be any love involved.” And I certainly could never be madly in love with the man. He was far too egotistical, totally not my type.
“Right. You’re determined to wear a suit and you think that’s going to do anything positive for his reputation?”
I sagged against the wall, shifting my gaze back and forth from the book to my phone. “You have a point.”
“I always do. Wear something sexy and make all the women jealous. Everyone will start paying too much attention to determine how you got so lucky to worry about whether the full moon will force Saint to transform into a man-eating beast. Try and have fun. The guy isn’t so bad. He’s been photographed holding puppies.”
“For a pinup calendar. I don’t even know if he likes dogs.” Just making the statement almost made me laugh. For God’s sake, the man could be aCanis lupus, a member of the dog family.
Unless shifters ate their young.
“Oh, even better. Like I said. Try and enjoy your time. At least the job is getting you out of the house and you’ll have some sexy material for your book.”
I hadn’t thought about that. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”
“You are going to provide juicy details. Right?”
“If I don’t kill him first. He’s annoying.” To say the least.
“So you’ve already said. Haven’t you figured out by now most men are?”
“Good point. If I get through this with him, my guess is I can handle anything.”
Vicky snorted. “Well, then it’s a win-win all the way around. Who knows. Maybe you’ll even get laid.”
“I’m going to smack you next time I see you.”
“Muah. Kisses.”
Have fun. How exactly was I supposed to do that?
“You look… different.” Saint offered the words with a sly smile on his face.
I was self-conscious, more so than I’d ever been in my life. Just the thought of walking into the restaurant gave me the heebie-jeebies. “What exactly does that mean?”
