The Lone Star Cinderella

“You’re considering it.”

“I’m considering lots of things,” she told him. “Like throwing you out, finishing my lunch and then maybe polishing the kitchen floor. Lots of options.”

“So I see,” he said, a slow, knowing smile curving his mouth. “Any idea which one you’re going to go with?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” she said on a sigh.

“Let me make it easy for you, then.” He moved in closer and Mia felt caught in the steady gaze of his eyes. “I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars to pretend to be my fiancée until I get that deal with TexCat.”

“Ten thousand—” She broke off, stunned at the offer. Just the thought of that much money made her head swim. She could pay the bills. Take care of Alex’s house until he got back. She could make a payment on her tuition and finish her counseling degree.

She could buy meat.

“And,” he said.

“There’s more?”

“Yeah. Along with the ten thousand,” he said, voice dropping to a low, seductive level, “I’ll pay off your college loans. You could start your career out fresh. No debt.”

Staggered, Mia actually swayed on her feet. That was a tremendous offer. If she didn’t have to pay back school loans, she could build a life for herself much more quickly. Glaring at him, she said, “You’re really evil, aren’t you?”

He grinned, fast and wicked. “Just a master negotiator.”

He was that, she told herself.

“Still want to polish the kitchen floor?”

She frowned at him. “Ten thousand dollars.”

“That’s right.”

“And my loans paid off.”

“You got it.”

“How long would we have to pretend?”

He shrugged. “Shouldn’t take more than a month.”

Nodding, she tried to think clearly despite the racing, churning thoughts in her brain. “A month as your fiancée.”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “And what does this ‘pretending’ entail?”

It took a second for him to get what she meant and then he laughed shortly. “Trust me, your virtue is safe. When I want sex, I don’t have to pay for it.”

She could believe that. Heck, just standing next to him had her skin buzzing. He probably had women throwing themselves in his path all the time. Which made her wonder why he hadn’t asked one of the no doubt legions of women littering his bed to be his pretend fiancée.

Maybe, she thought, none of them needed money as much as she did. Well, that was depressing.

Just to be sure of where she stood, Mia said, “Then we agree. No sex.”

“Agreed.”

She kept talking. “No touching of any kind. No kissing—”

“Hold on,” he stopped her in midstream. “We have to convince this guy we’re a real couple. So there will be touching. And kissing. And there will be you looking at me with adoration.”

She laughed.

He frowned.

“Fine, fine,” she said, waving a hand at him. “I’ll be a good fiancée and the occasional touch or kiss—in public—is okay.”

“Then we have a deal.” He held out one hand to her and waited for her to take it. “You should come to the ranch for dinner tonight. We can work out the details there.”

Nodding, Mia slid her hand into his and couldn’t help feeling that just maybe she was swimming in waters way too deep for her.

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