The Werewolf Prince and I by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online

selfish for a change.
    “If I refuse, you won’t sack me, will you?” His extremely offended look makes me gulp. “Sorry. I had to ask.”
    “If you were a man, you would have been dead by now,” he says very nicely.
    “I said I’m sorry,” I mumble, gulping again.
    “Your condition,” he says instead. “What do I need to make you marry me?”
    “I want you to do something outrageous,” I hear myself saying.
    Mr. Moretti straightens, which startles a whimper out of me because it just pushes his erection closer to the junction between my thighs.
    His nostrils flare in reaction. His fingers skim my back as it moves up to clasp my neck so he can pull me close.
    Shick. I think I just had a mini-orgasm.
    When he moves to kiss me, I remind him – both of us - breathlessly, “My condition.”
    “ Fuck .” He lets me go with a frustrated and hungry look in his eyes. “Say it then,” he growls when I’m still silent.
    Here it goes .
    “I want you to make everyone think that I can make someone like you---” I bite my lip, suddenly struck by doubt. Am I really doing the sane and right thing here?
    But Domenico Moretti is smiling at me.
    “I get it,” he drawls. “You want people to think it’s a love match.”
    He doesn’t know me that well, after all.
    I say softly, “No. Not that. Love’s too easy to fake.”
    That gets him frowning. When he opens his mouth to speak, I hastily cut him off, wanting to get everything off my chest before I lose my nerve. “I need you to make people believe that you’re so sexually infatuated with me---” I ignore how Mr. Moretti is choking.
    Without looking at him, I mutter, “I want you to show that you want me so much all the people here will think you can’t get enough of me.”
    Silence. It’s expected. If this is a scene out of an erotica novel – and I plead guilty to reading my fair share of it – things would have happened differently. For one thing, he’d be the one doing the propositioning and not yours truly.
    If this is a work of fiction, all it would take is one glimpse of my plain self and Mr. Moretti would want to jump my bones so badly he’s going to chain me to his desk and make love to me over and over even before the first chapter ends. He’ll beg me to move in with him and marry him, too, though I’m not fussy with the sequence of events.
    But it’s not. I’m sure those things take place occasionally in real life, too, but let’s just say that it’s my luck to get that one billionaire in the world who also happens to be a cold-blooded werewolf. Also has a high sex drive but still.
    Domenico Moretti singled me out because he needs me for practical reasons and not just because I’m the only one who can give him a hard-on. I can’t reasonably expect to keep Domenico Moretti interested with me forever, and I don’t.
    But I am tired of being boring, of being plain, of being wimpy. I want everyone to look at me with new eyes.
    I lift my chin, adding recklessly, “I want all this in writing, and I need you to show proof of your, err---” Gah! Why are the words so hard to say?
    “My sexual infatuation?” Mr. Moretti says innocently, but his green eyes are gleaming.
    “Yes. I need proof of, err, that , every day.” I try to sound nonchalant, but it’s obvious I fail dismally when his eyes just gleam more brightly.
    Now please tell me you think it’s a wonderful joke and we can all just forget my temporary moment of insanity. I steal a look at his profile, but his face is expressionless for once.
    “Interesting,” he says finally.
    That’s it?
    “Are you still feeling dizzy?”
    His question throws me off, and I stammer, “I’m fine.”
    Domenico stuns me even more when he gently lifts me off his lap and assists me to my feet. He checks his watch, murmuring, “It’s late now. I’ll have Matteo send you home. You’ve given me food for thought. I must think about it tonight.”
    He nods dismissively. “Until tomorrow.”
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