Secrets of the Tycoon's Bride by Emilie Rose Read Free Book Online Page A

pulse kicked erratically. “I have to get up early.”
    â€œIt’s only eleven and your boss will cut you some slack.”
    â€œI can’t be late. I have to issue a check to the liquor supplier when he delivers first thing tomorrow.”
    â€œThe truck comes at ten. You can sleep in. We have a few more details to work out.” He parked his hands on his hips as if expecting an argument.
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike how you’ll be paid. Brandon has spelled it out in the marriage contract, but I’ll recap. You’ll receive just over forty-one grand every month. The first payment will be transferred into your account after the wedding ceremony.”
    â€œWhy monthly?”
    â€œSo you won’t skip out before the end of the second year.”
    â€œOnce I give my word I don’t break it.” Not anymore. “But okay. Monthly is fine.” She wasn’t in this for the money anyway.
    â€œI’ll open bank and charge accounts for you. Because of the temporary nature of this marriage our money will be kept separate. If you blow your salary before the end of the month you’re out of luck. I won’t give you a dime more.” When she didn’t argue he continued, “And I’m going to hire an assistant for you.”
    â€œWait a minute. You said I could keep my job, and I’ve told you, I don’t need an assistant.”
    â€œI’ll allow you to continue working, but only part-time. If we’re inseparable newlyweds you’ll be expected to make regular appearances by my side at the club. That means late nights. Your assistant will cover mornings.”
    His logic made sense. She reluctantly conceded by inclining her head. “What else?”
    â€œA certain amount of PDAs will be required to make this marriage look real.” He stood almost a yard away, but the distance and her apartment suddenly seemed to shrink.
    â€œPDAs?”
    â€œPublic displays of affection. We’ll need to touch. Like we did tonight.”
    She could handle that. “Okay.”
    â€œKiss.”
    She gulped. “I don’t think—”
    â€œNewlyweds kiss and touch. Often. Making people believe we can’t keep our hands off each other is part of the performance.”
    Her lips seemed to throb beneath his gaze. Tension stretched between them. Would he kiss her tonight? To seal the deal? To test her acting ability? Her heart pounded so hard she felt light-headed.
    â€œCan you handle that?”
    â€œI…um…yes. I can handle kissing you.” She hoped.
    Adam turned abruptly and strolled deeper into the living room. Her lungs emptied in a rush.
    â€œYou need different clothes, makeup, hair, a manicure—”
    â€œYou want me to get a makeover?” She didn’t know whether to be insulted or pleased. She’d been downplaying her looks for so long it had become second nature. Apparently, she’d become good at looking drab.
    He hitched his pants and sat on her sofa. Such a masculine man on flowered chintz just looked…wrong somehow. “To be believable as my wife you’re going to need a little flash and a lot of style.”
    â€œTo compete with your usual bimbos, you mean?”
    â€œThere will be no competition. I told you, Lauryn, I won’t be unfaithful despite your ridiculous insistence on celibacy.”
    She marched across the room and stopped in front of him. “It’s not ridiculous.”
    He stretched his arms along the back of the sofa and let his gaze coast from her face to her breasts, waist, legs and then back up again. Goose bumps sprouted in the wake of his examination.
    â€œWe’ll see who can hold out the longest. And when you break, you come to me. No one else.”
    She wanted to smack that smug smile off his face. “I won’t break.”
    â€œWe’ll see. I’ll hire a personal shopper to help you choose appropriate clothing and make the