A Stolen Suit (Fairy Godmother Agency) by Angela Casella

Author:Angela Casella [Casella, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798985790719
Publisher: Angela Casella
Published: 2022-09-28T18:30:00+00:00

God, I really hate her. The blinders have thoroughly been removed.

Enoch’s father looks around and whistles. We’re set up to one side of the sprawling house, just within view of the fountain in front, just out of view of the tent that we put up for part of the photo shoot. “She can afford all of this on a little slap-and-tickle?”

“A lot of it, actually,” I say. His attitude isn’t unfamiliar to me, but he said it playfully, without any of my father’s cold loathing.

Rich laughs, then says, “We heard there’d be food. Any truth to that, or is Sunshine over here pulling my leg?”

“Sunshine?” I ask, turning to Enoch.

“You like that, Gracie?” he rebuts, raising his eyebrows. “You can call me anything you like.”

“Does that mean I get to call you Sunshine too?” Remi asks.

“To you, it’s Uncle Sunshine.” He gives him a playful nudge, and I feel a blossoming warmth inside of me.

He’s not happy with you, I remind myself. And he still works for Dad.

But my body’s an idiot, apparently, because it doesn’t care.

I clear my throat and address Enoch’s father. “There’s a heated tent around the corner. That’s where we’ll be starting the photo shoot. The refreshments are in there. Please help yourselves.”

A groan goes up from the line as Rich and Remi make their way back to the tent.

“Hey,” Patchy Beard says. “The kid with the mole was right. You’ve been making us wait out here while there’s a heated tent with food. What gives?”

The two men behind him—one of whom Vera will call dreadfully, horribly ugly and another too generic, pass—get in on the action, grumbling about the unfair conditions.

I glance at Enoch, remembering what he told me about his plan for Vera’s brand: local, friendly, homegrown. This probably isn’t a good look. She lives in a mansion much too large for one woman and one dog and treats her would-be employees like cattle. I should have warned him, probably, but I didn’t devote a single brain cell to arranging this photo shoot.

Enoch’s lips lift into a charming grin that doesn’t meet his eyes. Although he’s not wearing a suit, this is his suit persona. He’s not the same man who made himself vulnerable to me at Duck Park. There’s a tingle of unease inside of me, unease and unwilling attraction, because even if I’m more drawn to that version of Enoch, I want both of them equally.

“It’s a test of tenacity, friend,” he says. “Vera writes about the kind of man who can lift his woman in one arm and move a boulder with the other. She writes about men who could survive twenty degree weather without noticing it. You understand why she’d need that kind of man as a cover model too, don’t you? No one wants to promote a false image. Vera’s all about real experiences. Real stories.”

His gaze shoots to mine for an instant, and annoyance roils through me, chased by a flash of heat. Because he looked at me the same way while he finger-fucked me against that pillar last week.

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