“Name your price.” Whatever it was, chances were I couldn’t fucking pay it. I was Armani without the money. Dressed to the nines with zero in my bank account. Her eyes widened in amazement. She didn’t think I’d bite. That made two of us. But I needed this temporary arrangement. Besides, if things went my way, it would last for less than a month before Bruce would sign the damn contract and bring our fake engagement to an abrupt end.
