“You do the math.” Because I don’t want to be so tasteless as to point out the obvious. Griffin is jealous of his brother in every way possible.
His gaze bores into mine, corkscrew sharp. But this isn’t about me. This is him recognising an opportunity. “You need me to do this. To throw my arm around you and call you my girl.” I roll my eyes so hard, I think my eyeballs suffer a touch of whiplash. “Because, for some reason, you don’t want the big bad duke blowing . . . down your door.”
“Something like that.”
“But he’s already been there. Blown down your . . . door.”
“Fishing, much?”
“Not really,” he says flatly. “He told me to stay away from you, so I knew the two of you must’ve been fucking. But now you don’t want to fuck him anymore.”
“Think what you want,” I mutter, exasperated.
“Oh, this is excellent!” He launches himself back in his chair and cups his hands behind his head. “I will absolutely fake date you,” he announces. “I’ll fake date the fuck out of you. But I have a few stipulations of my own.”
“I’m going to regret this,” I mutter. “Go on, spit them out.”
“First, it has to be believable,” he says, sitting up, all business again. “I won’t be made a fool of.”
I don’t think he needs much help in that department.
“So no shirking, right?”
“From what?”
“From my touch.”
“I’m not asking you to feel me up!”
“Hand holding,” he says levelly, “smoothing the hair from your face. The occasional kiss to your cute button nose. That kind of stuff.”
“I do not have a button nose, and I don’t want you kissing it.”
“If you want a fake boyfriend, you will.”
“Look, Alexander isn’t going to buy that we’re suddenly in love.”
“Of course he isn’t, but that’s not going to stop us from being in love, is it? Because love makes you blind to everything but the person in front of you.”
“Oh, for—” As if he knows anything about love.
“It’s all or nothing.”
“Why?” I find myself suddenly asking. “What makes you so happy, so gleeful, for the opportunity to get one up on him?”
“Look around you.” His tone is even as though it means nothing to him.
“But Alexander didn’t allocate you this room. Chrissy did. I guess you must’ve done something to annoy her.”
“Yeah, like being born.”
“I’m sure that’s not it. You must’ve pissed in her cornflakes sometime, and this is her payback.” In fact, I’m almost certain this must be the case because Griffin can be charming, but he can also be abrasive.
So abrasive he’s making me curse, dagnabbit!
“Let’s just say, it’s not often I get to best his grace. That I have a hard time saying no to someone as pretty as you.”
“Okay.” Enough of your bull, I think as I straighten while hoping this isn’t going to blow up in my face. “I guess we should talk about what happens now.”
“I’m not finished with my conditions yet.”
“What? What else do you want?”
“Just to be the one to tell him.”
“Sure,” I answer as though this wouldn’t be a huge weight off my shoulders. I’m not certain I’d be able to go through with it if I had to stand in front of Alexander and tell him I’m dating his half-brother. While Alexander might not have been very complimentary about Griffin in other ways, he hasn’t once belittled their association.
I guess that speaks volumes about the differences between these two men.
“Also, and this is my most important condition. I want you to be open to my attentions.”
“Ho, no,” I say with an unkind laugh. “Didn’t we already go over this? I’m not letting you feel me up.”
He makes a disparaging cluck of his teeth and tongue. “That’s not what I said. I just think you should keep an open mind when we’re spending time together. See me as a fake boyfriend that might turn real.”
“Even though I’ve slept with your brother?” I deadpan.
“I have a pretty open mind, Holly,” he says in a tone that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand like pins. “And I’m thinking maybe you don’t know Alexander as well as you think you do.”
I bite when I know I shouldn’t. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Just that Alexander has a very open mind, too.”
35
Alexander
“Have you got a minute?”
Griffin pulls my attention from my laptop. Not that I was really engrossed in the contents of the screen. I was thinking about Holland again. Two weeks. Twelve days, in fact. And in the past two days, I’ve been unable to get her on her own. I’d even lowered myself to knocking on her bedroom door last night. She had to be in there, but she ignored me.
Twelve days to find out her plans. To make her see sense. To make her see that there’s never a perfect time or a place for something like this. That sometimes you have to trust in that instinct. In that single blinding flash. I’m sure you can find your soulmate in a single heartbeat. In the throb between a lover’s legs.