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Scott's cold hands slide over my boobs, cupping them and squeezing them gently. One finger brushes over my nipple and I gasp in pleasure and surprise.

It's been far too long.

His groin area, which is hard, presses into me deliciously. The fabric of the jean shorts I'm wearing for the homely feel is causing a lot of friction that feels perfect.

"Ah," I moan, as he presses even harder. I should stop this, but I have zero control over how I feel.

Fucking ovulation.

"Ahem!" Lady Jessica clears her throat in the doorway. I jump away from him like I've been caught doing something wrong-I mean, I have.

My cheeks flame red.

She gives me a judgmental look, or maybe it's just my imagination.

"It was nice having breakfast with you, two," she finally says in an impassive tone after a few minutes of silence. "While I'd like to stay and ask questions about you, I have a commitment somewhere else."

I nod, licking my lips and then biting them softly.

"Have you heard from Rose lately?" his grandmother suddenly asks. "You two used to be close."

Close? Try knee-deep in her pussy yesterday.

But of course, I don't say the words out loud.

"Used to be."

"I always thought it'd lead to something... more positive."

"Like?"

"Marriage, and of course, a business merger. It'll be good for both families."

"I thought you were content with me finding love?"

"Love coming with other advantages instead of just love is often better."

"I'll accompany you out," Scott says, stepping away from me. "Why not ship Rose with one of your other grandsons?"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

She didn't approve of me, but it didn't matter.

While they're gone, I decide to clear up the dining table and do the dishes. Then I change into normal clothes and get my bag.

As I reach the main entrance, Scott opens the door and sighs while he looks at me. Every inch of what he had displayed before is completely gone.

Seriously, who was I kidding?

It was all for show.

He had definitely known his grandmother would come looking in the kitchen. He wanted her to catch us in the act so it could be even more believable that we weren't just lovey-dovey in front of her.

"You are leaving already?"

"Yes, sir."

"Send me my schedule for Monday. I may have to shift things around."

"Okay, sir. As soon as I get home."

"My grandmother will be staying in New York now," he tells me. "A few blocks down from this penthouse. Where I grew up with her."

"That's lovely."

"With nine months left, she wants to be closer to me." His eyes have a distant look in them and for the first time, I think Scott might be heartbroken.

From what I knew, his parents had died when he was only nine and since then, his grandmother had raised him and his younger sister until death took her away. Now his grandmother was going to be gone, and the other family members he had-cousins, uncles... It was no news that he didn't get along with them.

He blinked rapidly, his face turning normal again. "I would like for this arrangement to continue."

"Huh?"

"We will keep dating... for two months. Then I'll propose to you, and we will get married."

"Huh?"

"Well, she thinks I have found the one and while she wants to dig into your personal life, she is happy I am happy. She wants to die knowing I'm in love, and even if it means lying to her... as long as she's happy."

"I'm your secretary," I deadpan. "Sooner or later, she is going to find out."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "People date at work."

"She doesn't even approve of me, you heard what she said."

"She will come around eventually," he replies, walking past me. "I'll be paying you generously."

"Frankly speaking," I begin, crossing my arms on my chest. "You already pay me quite well. And while I don't have the kind of wealth you do, I live very well above average. In fact, I can be considered rich."

"Well, then you can be richer. I may have money, but I love spending my grandmother's money," he shrugs. "Imagine having to spend my money however you like. Surely, you'd like to get your revenge on me by sending you on ridiculous errands, and you can do that by misusing my card."

"So you do know your errands are ridiculous?"

"Say yes."

"No, thank you," I smile.

"Five million."

"Noooo," I drawl out.

"A black card. And I'll pay for everything you need during that period."

"It's still a no," I sigh. "We work together and honestly, everything that happened today... shouldn't have happened."

"Kissing? That's not a big deal."

Yes. And an intense session on your kitchen counter that I'm still embarrassed from.

"It wouldn't work.

"

"Think about it and get back to me within three days."