The Tycoon's Make-Believe Fiancee by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

sister, trying to remember that she was in love with the big guy. It was extremely hard to remember anything with his arm around her though!
    “Would you like us to drive you home?” Tamar asked Miranda, an odd look in his eyes.
    Miranda was just about to say yes, desperate to get away from the man she was supposed to hate but was finding that she didn’t feel that way about him at all. At least not when he had his arm around her like this!
    “I’ve got that covered,” Royston said, glaring at his brother-in-law, knowing exactly what the other man was trying to do.
    Tamar just chuckled and took his wife’s hand. “I’ll ensure that your sister gets some rest then,” he promised.
    “I’ll leave directions to the house with your assistant,” Royston promised. A moment later, Miranda was standing in Royston’s elegant foyer without any other protection. She looked up at him, nervous and trying to step out of his arms.
    “Well, that was a very nice evening,” she said, trying to look away from his dark eyes. “Your sister is wonderful.”
    Royston didn’t smile. He was remembering the kiss they’d shared only a couple of hours ago and thinking about how she’d reacted. He liked the way she felt, the way she kissed him back. And he especially liked the dazed look in her eyes afterwards. He wanted to do that to her again. And again!
    He took a casual step towards her but his intent obvious in his eyes.
    Miranda panicked, not sure if she would be able to hold him off. Not completely sure if she really wanted to. “Hold it right there,” she gasped, relieved when he stopped his forward momentum. “I’m not your real fiancée,” she reminded him. “You need to drive me home right now.”
    Royston saw the look in her eyes and thought about pressing the issue. Then he remembered how late it was, the fact that she hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night because of the reports she’d done earlier in the day, and how he’d have her all to himself over the weekend. “Fine,” he replied back, in a good mood all of a sudden. He also remembered the fact that he’d get to kiss her goodnight as soon as he got her to her apartment. “Let’s get you home to bed.”
    Miranda couldn’t believe he was giving in so easily. And what was even more confusing, she was actually hurt by it. But what was she supposed to do about it? She’d just told him she wouldn’t sleep with him…well, not in so many words…and he was agreeing with her.
    She shook her head as she pulled her coat on over her shoulders. The man was a complete mystery, she told herself. And her reactions to him were completely illogical.
    She shivered when he put a hand to the small of her back, leading her out of his penthouse. He didn’t take her to the limousine though, but instead, the elevator doors opened up to a parking garage. There, he opened the door to a powerful looking, black Mercedes. “You drive?” she asked, surprised but relieved that he would have his hands on the steering wheel instead of on her.
    “Of course I drive,” he chuckled, closing the door when she was settled into the passenger seat. He drove through the quiet streets of London, his shoulders tipped slightly towards her as he asked her questions during the ride.
    “Why this third degree?” she asked when they were close to her building.
    “I need to know about you if we’re going to get through this weekend,” he explained, not telling her that he was simply interested in who she was as a person.
    Miranda agreed that he had a good point so she answered more of his questions. It wasn’t until they were standing in her doorway that she realized that she would need to know about his past as well. “You know…” she was about to tell him that exact thing, but his mouth covered hers and he pulled her against his hard body. She gasped with the first contact, but didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. It wasn’t that his hands were hard against her body because her