ng for last-minute revisions, no Elizabeth from accounting hovering with pity in her eyes. Jus

breath. The city sprawled below me like a million little lights, each

this. At least I wa

the door ma

is elbows, forearms tan and corded-that gym body I pretended not to notice. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone

olding up the bottle. "Château Margaux 20

"Don't you have a s

hich, technically, he did-and set the glasses on my d

e in the office is tot

me. "You strike me as the type who's never

sa

over his knee. That smile. The same one that made half

ce dropped. "I h

s about the Cav

e wine in his glass. "It's abo

hatever quip he was about to dr

u need a handsome date

hiring an

." He set his glass down, eyes lo

Then blin

e ag

pity. So here's the solution. I'm rich as hell, good-looking as hell, and charming as

him. "You'

rub your perfect life in your ex's face.

leaned back, studying him. "You hate fa

ckered. Just

's just say I have a high school reunion coming up and I'd rather

use me as a prop to convi

is glass. "You get a date. I get a reput

he said it felt off. Lik

re my boss. You're the last person I should be sh

"Better than them talking ab

im

off the wine. "You have until tomorrow. If you w

the door, t

more

oked

smart, brilliant, the only person in this building who doesn

my mouth.

t letti

e. "Every time you avoid a party, every time you flinch when someone mentions

was right. I hated

to them," I whispered. "I've bee

in with me on your arm. Smile like you've ne

It was a bi

ot that

gging a hand over his face like

it." A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mo

one before I

*

y. The city was still dark outside, and I

n my computer whe

ortant for your grandmother, but your emotional health is i

e screen, my h

was giving me p

I living? Hiding in my office, avoiding social events,

have to say anything. Just walk in on my

e. I didn't want to

o stop bei

ing to let my ex-fiancé and my ex-best

o

o

so fast the

il I was in the elevator, heading up to the 47th floor. My heart was po

dn't tur

glass, I could see Simon at his desk, laptop open, tie lo

up when I

laptop. "You look like a wo

acc

ad, a dangerous

what e

proposal. I'l