receptionist's voice was professionally pleasant
ojected confidence without trying too hard. After the nightmare of the past twenty-four hours, I needed this job
a daze, refusing his offer of coffee or explanation. The unfamiliar ring burned a hole in my purse'
rs and pushing those thoughts aside. I could deal with the b
y head high, resume clutched perh
aking view of Manhattan, furnishings that whispered old money rather than shouting new riches. Be
'm Claire Bennet
d in my throa
. That same almost-smile
e man from this morning. The ma
whispered, blood dr
were a perfectly normal situ
t instinct screaming through my system. "You'
the chair across from his desk. "I b
slightly hysterical. "An inte
His calm was infuriating, as if he hadn't upended
I said, turning toward
mand, perhaps-made me pause despite myself. "R
d suddenly I wake up married to you, and now you're supposed to be interviewin
. A stunning blonde woman swept in, her designer o
as she assessed me from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on my face, a fla
mperceptibly. "Sophia. I believe I made
tted your... applicant... in the waiting area, and she looked oddly familiar." So
o process her words. "Fiancée?" I repeate
"Sophia has difficulty accepting that
refers to me as his future daughter-in-law." She turned her attention back to me, eyes glitterin
lied coolly, findin
g no room for argument. "This is a business meet
tiny question. How exactly do you two know each
d have been cut with a knife
Marketing Director position," he
vering even as her eyes hardened. "There's something you're n
ng Sophia's elbow in a grip that looked ge
ase. "I can find my way." She paused at the door, giving me one last appraising lo
xander immediately moved to his desk phone. "Thom
his expression unreada
is going on? You're engaged to that woman, but supposedly marrie
k. "That arrangement was made by our parents when we were chi
e absurdity of the situation hit me anew. "Is that even le
y conventional standards, but legally binding. And
wanted f
the chair. "Please, Claire. Five minutes. Then,
, perched on the edge of the seat
ssure you that the job is real. Your qualifications are excell
work for you? Af
he replied. "I'm off
ind of
d to me for one year. Live in my penthouse, accompany me to business functions, pre
time in genuine disbel
plus a generous monthly allowance for expenses. At the end of t
the
about our marriage. Your professiona
rough all this elaborate deception? You could have just... I don
able. Someone intelligent, attractive, unattached, with no connections to my social circle. Someon
Drugged me? Tricked
ng my accusations. "And now I'm offering you c
sapproval and your ex-fiancée's ambitions?" I shook my head. "What's th
o my bed, Claire. This arrangement would be business onl
urity for life. Freedom from the mountain of debt I'd accumulated planning a weddi
t wha
nally, turning to face him. "You've
morning," he countered. "And I'm being honest no
refuse?
k away with the job if you still want it, a
like
like
eption. "What's so important about being mar
I must be married before my thirty-fifth birthday to inherit a controlling interest in the company. Witho
your thirty-f
t we
tension. "Cutting it
ged. "I'd planned to wait longer, court you p
edulously. "You make it sou
," he conceded. "But op
ieve his audacity. "And what makes you
wedding you planned, the future you envisioned, was ripped away from you in the cruelest possible way. Beca
physical blow. "How d
hing about potential partners," he sa
ne. "You've been watchi
es
... dis
Information is power. I never ente
r, suddenly exhausted. "A
"One year of your life. Five million dollars. A chance to show David e
n, but anger. The image of him and Jessica together, planning their e
e money, but for yourself. For the woman who was left standing alone in her weddi
d emotion. "Bennett-Devereux, appa
e touched his lip
o dive into something I didn't fully unders
steadily. "I want it in writing. All of it
te. "I'll have the paper
learned I'd married one of the most eligible bachelors in N