it affects everyone else, including his own family,” Drew said flatly, and his dimple was nowhere in evidence.
Her knees suddenly felt wobbly and she closed her hands over the back of the chair where she’d been sitting.
She needed her job. Now, more than ever.
And while she felt certain that she’d be able to find alternate work if she had to, she knew that she’d never be able to start out at the pay level that she’d risen to at Fortune Forecasting.
She wasn’t getting rich by any means, but she made enough to keep her head above water … and until Gigi’s latest spending jag … hers, too.
“Nobody would believe that you and I … That we … well, that we—”
“—were in love? “
She could practically see the calculating wheels turning in his mind when he picked up a pen and began drumming the end of it on his desk.
“Why not?” he asked. “I think it’ll make perfect sense to anyone who bothers to think about it. My whole family knows that you’re the only female who has been in my life for longer than a twelve-week stretch.”
“Sure. Because you pay me well and usually leave me alone to do my job!” She shook her head. “I’m not even your type.”
He looked amused and the dimple was definitely back. “And what type would that be?”
“Six feet tall, blonde and big-chested.”
“Sounds like you’re describing the guy who runs the magazine stand down in the lobby.”
She grimaced. “Hilarious. You know exactly the kind of woman I mean. The only kind you ever date more than twice.” She could count on one hand the number of women he’d seen who’d had more interest in him than the size of his bank account or what they could get out of being on Drew Fortune’s arm for a while.
None of those women had ever made it past a second date with him; he’d made certain of that.
His pen was still tapping. “I do know what you mean. And you’re right. You are not a gold digger,” he said smoothly. “Nobody could ever make the mistake of thinking that. You’ve worked by my side for four years now. You’re the soul of discretion, you’re calm and sensible. Hell, if we’re honest here, my father will probably think you’re too good for me.”
He made her sound like a lap dog.
She shook off the unwanted shard of pique as she shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m even standing here discussing this with you. It’s insane. And I have friends still waiting for me. So am I supposed to distribute your article or was that whole episode just an exercise on your part to exert your power one last time before you take to the road?”
He ignored that. “One year of your time, Deanna, for a simple business deal. A marriage of convenience. Hands-strictly-off, right? So what’s that worth to you? A raise? A promotion? A new title?”
“No! I don’t want any of those things! Not when it’s a simple business deal that involves getting married to you—however you want to describe it—and lying to your own father about the real reason for it!”
“And you think what he’s demanding is all that reasonable?” he shot back.
She pressed her lips together. Because, if everything that Drew said was true, then of course she didn’t think it was reasonable at all.
Yes, Drew played hard.
But he worked even harder.
And she’d worked for him long enough to know that there was nothing he valued more than the company that his father had founded.
She raked her hands through her hair and turned away from the chair to pace across the office. Her knees were still shaking, but that was nothing compared to the quivering going on inside her belly.
Marry Drew Fortune?
Her?
Nerves skittered through her.
She paced back. “How do I even know that you’re not exaggerating the situation? “
He gave her a look. “For what purpose? To get myself a wife? Come on, Dee.”
She flushed. All right. So that was pretty unlikely, given Drew’s opinion about marriage. And if he weren’t practically allergic to the very idea of it, he’d have had ample opportunity to find a wife among the scores of women he’d dated. Just because she’d considered the majority of them to be shallow twits didn’t mean that he had to think of them the same way.
He got up and rounded his desk and her nerves reached a screaming pitch when he dropped his arm over her shoulder.
The warmth of him seared her right through the lightweight wool of her suit and she felt like she might scream right out loud to match those nerves, note for note.
“You always play fair, Deanna,” he coaxed smoothly. “Think about all the people who’re going to be affected by this.”
“Don’t try to schmooze me, Drew Fortune. I’m immune, remember?”
If only.
She shrugged out from beneath his easy, buddy-to-buddy arm, putting some much-needed space between them. “I’ve seen you in action too many times before.”
“Fair enough.” He exhaled and sat on the edge of his desk. “I need you, Deanna. Trust me. We can make this work.”
His words sounded so sincere that he could have been trying to persuade her to marry him for real. Forever.
Her throat felt infuriatingly tight. “For a year,” she reminded.
He gave a brief nod in acknowledgment. “Don’t make it sound so horrible. Since the dawn of time, people have been making marriages of convenience.”
She almost laughed. “Somehow I never thought that term would ever pass your lips.”
He grimaced. “True enough. But my point is that plenty of people have married for reasons that had nothing to do with love.”
“Well, pardon me, but I never figured that I would be one of them!”
“I never figured I’d be forced to barter for the company that I’ve earned the right to run with a marriage license, either. S … tuff happens.”
How well she knew that.
She had only to think about her mother if she wanted proof.
He flipped off his hat and tossed it unerringly onto the iron-armed coat stand that he’d once told her had been a gift from his mother and watched her. “I don’t expect you to get nothing out of this, either,” he said seriously.
Which made her all the more nervous.
She had defenses against Drew the Schmoozer and Drew the Charmer. She could trade insincere banter with him until the cows came home.
But when he dropped the tactics? When he was just Drew Fortune, straight talking and perfectly sincere?
That’s when she knew she was wading in waters much too deep for her peace of mind.
“I told you. There’s nothing I want,” she insisted.
He stood again and closed the distance between them. It took all of her willpower not to nervously back away. And when he reached out an arm toward her, she positively froze.
But all he did was reach into her pocket and withdraw her cell phone that had been buzzing almost constantly since she’d stuck it there. He held it up so that she could see the display.
Gigi, it read.
“Not even to send your mother on a vacation of her own?”
She grabbed the phone, and this time, she did power it off. Her