"To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century. And he knew it too, hence why I’m dressed up in this God awful pink backless gown with a big bow above my butt. Goodness, the man sure knew how to make me angry, but I did love that devilish smile and that glint in his eyes.
The “man” was my husband, or fake husband. We needed to be married for the sake of his company that his father was going to give to charity unless he wed. So, he married me and I wish he would stare at me like I stare at him. No, not the dislike but the sultry, I like you look. As I mingled with the guests, I felt his hand on my back and he turned me around, facing him, his chest hard and he smiled at me.
He looked so gorgeous; I thought and smiled back at him. “Sorry I picked this dress.” I snorted and rolled my eyes, but stayed in tune to the dance. “So, about this marriage…I was thinking.”
Yes! This is going to be a real marriage. He continued, “I was thinking that…”