The Billionaire's Bargain and Me

previous day still lingered in my mind, but I was determined to face whatever lay ahead. After a quick shower, I dre

ng strange around my neck, did a quick clean makeup and put my h

Miss. You look lovely today." "Thank you, Emma. Please, call me Emily." Emma's eyes sparkled. "Of course, Emily." I took a sip of my coffee, feeling a surge of

yder looked up from his papers, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. Fo

table," he said,

n eyebrow.

're playing." I bit back a retort,

. The next hour was a blur of discussions about business strategies and expectations. Ryder's words from the pr

's business partners. My heart racing, I stood up, smoothing my dress. Ryder offered me a ti

artners turned to face us. There were three of them: Mr. Jenkins, a portly man with a warm smile; Mr. Patel, a tall, slender man with a reserved demeanor; and Mr. Rodriguez, a charismatic man with

ad a fiancée, Ryder?"Mr P

nt to make it public just yet." Placing a hand firmly on

ests, and I launched into a well-rehearsed speech about philanthropy and art. Mr. Patel inquired about my backgroun

hand remained on my waist, a gentle reminder of our charade. Just as the meeting was concluding, Mr. Rodriguez

ilent message passing between us.

erful! I'll send over the de

e. "Well done," he said, his voice low. "You played th

have Maria prepare Emily's gown for tonight. Something stunning." James nodded and disappeared. As the door closed, Ryde

lutter in my c

narrowed. "

Ye

e're in this tog

ack to my room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that tonight would be more than just