“Please. You want to fuck every pretty female you see.”
“Fuck off.” I scowl at my reflection in the mirror. “I’m not attracted to her.”
“Not at all?” I glance over at Winston to see him shaking his head. “You’ll need to be eventually.”
“Why?”
“She’s your wife. And the two of you will eventually have to make Caroline a grandmother,” Winston reminds me.
Benny chooses this moment to speak.
“How is your mother? She’s doing well, no?”
“Yes,” Winston bites out. “She is.”
I’m quiet while Benny finishes taking my measurements, my mind full of images of a…
Naked Charlotte?
An eager-to-touch-me-and-kiss-me Charlotte?
Yeah. I don’t see it. She’s hot, I can’t deny it. Those legs. The tits she was hiding. All that long blonde hair I want to wrap around my fist and give a firm tug.
She’d probably slap my face if I tried that.
“Look, you’re going to have to put on the performance of your life tomorrow night. Mother expressed concern over the engagement portfolio. Said your fiancée looked, and I quote, ‘wooden.’” He pauses. “And she’s right. Your bride-to-be looked scared to death in some of those photos. Like she’d burn if you touched her.”
“What do you expect?” I ask incredulously. “We don’t even know each other. Plus, she gets all weird when I put my hands on her. I think she has secrets.”
I remember what she almost told me yesterday. About the one guy and the torrid affair. I want more details.
Yet I also don’t want to know either.
Benny looks from me to Winston, and back to me again, yet he doesn’t say a word.
“You need to get to know her. Get her comfortable with you. By the wedding, I want her gazing at you like she can’t wait to wrap her lips around your dick again.”
Benny makes a harumphing sound.
“You’re going to sign an NDA.” Winston points at Benny, who’s wide eyed with shock. “Not a word of what we’ve said can leave this place.”
“You have my utmost confidence,” Benny says solemnly. “I will not reveal a thing.”
“Right. You’re still signing one.” Winston’s gaze finds mine. “And I expect to see the two of you acting lovey-dovey or whatever the fuck at your party tomorrow night. I want to see you all over her. You understand me?”
Why the hell does it matter so much to him? Who are we putting this performance on for? No way am I asking Winston now, in front of poor innocent Benny.
I stand up straighter, clicking my heels together and offering him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Winston gives me the finger.
I give him the finger back.
Fuck.
Chapter Ten
Charlotte