“That would imply you actually want to know things about me, which is a wild quality for a future husband to have.”
“Well, I think I’ve proved to you that I know how to do unexpected.”
“Always going to keep me surprised?”
“Consistently. I’m going to be the best hoax husband you’ve ever had.”
“Will you rub my feet at night?”
“Feet, shoulders, ass, dick …”
“Now I know you’re teasing.”
Christian winks, and seeing the amusement hit his eyes sends something pleasant swimming through my stomach. “What gave me away?”
I have to squash my smile down to pout at him. “You’ve already vetoed rubbing my dick. Which is a damn shame since he misses you.”
“That so?”
“He literally wept for you last night.”
Christian muffles a laugh. “Crying is a good stress reliever.”
“You have no idea.” I lean in so our noses almost brush, eyes pinned on his lips. “The memories of you helped relieve my stress over … and over … andover.”
With a low whine, he steps back and doesn’t bother to hide the way he adjusts himself. “I hate you.”
“The feeling is mutual, love, trust me.”
“How am I going to be able to get through lunch without picturing you jerking off?”
“The same way I’m going to get through it without picturing you on your knees with your face covered in my cum.”
A throat clears loudly from beside us and I almost jump out of my damn skin. Standing in the hall by the stairs is a tall, gorgeous man with light brown hair anddimplesof all things.
“Good to finally put a face to the stories, Émile.”
Christian slumps. “Émile, this is the best friend. Gabe, this is—”
“The husband?”
I can’t place Gabe’s tone. It sounds pleasant enough but he’s eyeing me suspiciously.
“You told your friends?” I ask Christian.
“We can trust them.”
Gabe’s eyes flick to his friend and back to me. “Gotta say, it’s shitty of your family to want you to marry someone you don’t like. Sorry, man. We all know what it’s like to be related to assholes.”
“Thank you.” I’m borderline shocked that not only do I have something in common with Christian and his friends, but even though we’ve got a ridiculous plan worked out in order tolie,and I’m using Christian for that, Gabe doesn’t appear to hate me. I don’t think. Feeling emboldened, I ask, “Wanna see the ring?”
Christian groans as Gabe steps closer.
“Oh, this is too good. Anactualring?”
I bring it out again and show Gabe, who lets out a low whistle.
“Looks expensive.”