Can't Buy Me Love by Amy Lillard Read Free Book Online Page B

her in the eye. The rest of her may be medium, but her eyes....were not. Every time he looked her in the eye he did something stupid, like kiss her. And her kisses hadn’t been any easier to forget than the other problems he faced.
    The blood from his chin mixed with the stark whiteness of the shaving cream turning it bright pink.
    “Are you coming in?” he asked again, then realized that she might need her privacy. “I’ll be done in a few. Ten minutes tops,” he said turning to face her, his eyes fixed on the delicate bow that held scooped neck of her robe together. Bruno was tucked under one arm, looking all the more like it was he place to be.
    “ I think I’ll just go make my bed.” She turned on her heel and practically fled from the room.
    Blake cut himself again and swore, grabbing a tissue. If this was how it was going to be between them, the next twelve months promised to be awkward as hell.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    “ We made the society pages, but I’m really looking forward to our picture on the cover of the Scope and the National Tattler .” Blake tossed the morning paper onto the table in front of Paige.
    Although his suit was an expert cut and of high grade material, she didn ’t think anything could look better on him than the towel he had been wearing when she had barged into the bathroom earlier. All that tanned skin and the hair that softly dusted his chest and legs....
    Paige snatched up the paper and stared at the picture of her and her husband. They looked like anything but a loving, newly married couple. Blake’s eyes were hard—even through the grainy black and white of the newspaper print. His lips were set in a grim line as he dragged Paige by one arm and used the other to push his way through the crush of reporters.
    “ It’s not exactly flattering,” she said.
    “ No, it’s not.”
    Blake sat in the chair across from her and crossed one leg over the other, ankle to knee. As if prompted by some internal timer, a tall, thin woman with large breasts crammed into a super tight, pink T-shirt joined them on the sun porch. The tray she carried was so laden with food, Paige wondered how her skinny arms could handle the weight. The rich scent of breakfast wafted in the air as she set the tray on its stand.
    “‘ Mornin’, Master Blake. Mrs. Caldwell,” Sylvia greeted in her thick Cockney accent and nodded to the both of them. She set a large plate piled high with food in front of Paige.
    “ Paige,” she corrected, her smile wavering as the greasy smell of sausage and eggs assaulted her. “Please call me, Paige.”
    Blake folded the newspaper and laid it beside his own overflowing plate. “Where’s Dancy? She usually serves breakfast.”
    “ Well, now, Master Blake. Dancy is feeling a mite under the weather this fine morn.”
    “ Have Anthony take her to the doctor.”
    Sylvia smiled. “I don’t think that’s the problem, sir. Her pain lies more in here.” She pointed to her more than ample bosom, her finger tapping close to the vicinity of her heart. “What with the wedding yesterday and all. Then the papers this morning saying you married to get your inheritance. Why I guess she figures you could’ve married anyone to do that.” She smiled at Paige as if to say, No offense, revealing one gleaming, gold-capped front tooth.
    Blake ’s eyes darkened. “I don’t know why anyone would think such a thing. Would you, darling?”
    Paige choked on the scalding hot coffee, then somehow managed to swallow it. Darling ? Had he just called her darling? She tried to will away the heat that blazed in her cheeks.
    “ No, of course not.” She smiled, then blew a kiss across the table. Blake caught it and sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile.
    Lord, they were in trouble. They had to keep up this charade for an entire year. At this rate, they wouldn’t be able to convince a blind man they were in love.
    “ That’ll be all, Sylvia.”
    Paige watched the too thin,