An Improper Deal (Elliot & Annabelle #1) (Billionaires' Brides of Convenience Book 3)

An Improper Deal (Elliot & Annabelle #1) (Billionaires' Brides of Convenience Book 3) by Nadia Lee

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nibble on my lower lip and text Nonny.
Bad traffic
,
think I’m going to be late
.
But I left you some salad and enchiladas
.
Just microwave
.
Will be home ASAP
.
Love you
.
    A few minutes later, she texts me back.
No prob
.
Love you to
.
    Too
.
    It’s autocorrect
.
    I grin. Whenever she makes an error she blames her phone.
    Traffic crawls and it takes almost ninety minutes to reach our destination. The luxury residential condo building isn’t that far from the OWM building. I probably could’ve walked here in less time.
    A uniformed doorman opens the door, gesturing me toward the concierge desk. If the clerk is shocked by my shabby appearance, he doesn’t comment. He just makes a quick note in his computer and sends me up to the same penthouse where I jumped out of the cake. Last time I rode the service elevator. This time I get to ride the one the people who live here use.
    Moving up in the world
,
Annabelle
.
    I look at the numbers rising on the digital display and drag in a fortifying breath. If Elliot keeps being obnoxious, what do I do? Threaten to sue him for harassment? Most people would back away, but I’m not sure he would. His reactions to things so far haven’t been what I expected.
    The elevator dings.
Top floor
. I step out; there’s only one door, and it’s ajar.
    I walk inside his penthouse. The view of the city is breathtaking from this high up. I can even see the sun setting over the Pacific. Everything in the living room is pristine white with a glass-top coffee table for variation. I stop—and flush—as I realize I’m standing where the cake used to be. Elliot is sitting on one of the couches—the one he was sitting on before. I’m fairly certain that’s not a coincidence.
    He’s changed into a gray V-neck shirt and shorts, leaving his well-developed calves exposed for me to admire. I’m sure his thighs are just as muscular and strong. He has the body of a man who takes care of himself in all ways. He doesn’t have to take off his shirt for me to know that he has flat, well-defined abs that deserve to be worshipped. Just because I’m not that into sex doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good physique.
    His feet are bare, and for some reason it makes him look a bit vulnerable, like a layer of shield is gone from him. But I’m not letting my guard down. He’s about as defenseless as a sleeping tiger.
    He’s nursing something—maybe bourbon?—and gestures with the glass.
    “Have a seat.”
    I do, since my feet and legs are killing me. But I make sure to choose the armchair as far away from him as possible. If he notices, he doesn’t comment.
    “Something to drink?”
    “No, thank you.”
As if
.
    After a healthy swallow, he studies me. The silence stretches between us until I’m tempted to squirm.
    Which I bet is exactly what he wants me to do.
    Forcing myself to stay still, I hold myself rigid, my spine straight and stiff. Since he’s the one who insisted on seeing me, he can start.
    Finally, he says, “Since you claim that your next fuck has to be your husband, and I’m in need of a wife, why don’t we get married? Only for a year, mind you.”
    It’s a good thing I didn’t take a drink from him because I would’ve ended up wearing it. My mouth hangs open. “Ex
cuse
me?”
    He spreads his hands. “What? A year not ‘steady’ enough for you? It’s a helluva lot more secure than most jobs. I’ll even throw in some severance pay.”
    Mr. Grayson mentioned Elliot is looking for a wife, but I couldn’t bring myself to really believe it. All he’d have to do is snap his fingers and women would line up to marry him. But this thing he’s proposing? It’s crazy.
    “One million,” he says.
    “Like dollars?” I ask almost stupidly.
    His voice is dry. “Is there any other kind of million?”
    “But…” I trail off. My gosh. I can’t think.
    “The deal is very simple. We will get married as soon as possible, you will let me fuck you as often as I want, and a year

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