Love Contract (Bride of the Billionaire Book 3) by Jenna Rose

Author:Jenna Rose [Rose, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

6

Winter

No sex. Sure.

I only said that to get her to sign the damned marriage contract. But I’ll be damned if tonight doesn’t end with me burying my cock inside her.

I knew she was beautiful, but with Ruth’s makeup and the Loro Piana dress, she looks like a movie star. None of these guys are going to have a girl like Daisy on their arm, and boy is my dad going to lose his shit.

“Let’s get a few things straight,” I tell her.

“Got some behavior rules for your wife?” she asks sarcastically. There’s never a dull or mundane moment with Daisy. Any other girl would be looking at me with obedient, wide eyes right now, not giving me a mouthful of sass.

“Straight about each other,” I correct her. “My dad will ask questions and we need to have our answers straight.”

“Smart.” Daisy nods. I frown. Was that a genuine reaction? “Seriously,” she replies, reading my expression. “It is.”

“Okay,” I reply. “Favorite movie.”

“Scream.”

Wait, what? “Seriously?”

“Yeah, why? Girls can’t like scary movies?”

“No, because Scream is my favorite movie too.”

Dramatically, Daisy raises her hand to her forehead and feigns swooning. “Oh, Winter. We’re meant to be together! Carry me across the threshold to our bedroom.”

“Okay, smartass,” I say, pulling her back into a seated position. “Favorite food.”

“Aside from ice cream?” Daisy asks. “I really like Italian food.”

“Seriously?” I ask.

“What? Stop looking at me like that!”

“Italian food is my favorite too,” I reply. “I make a mean home-made chicken Alfredo.”

“You cook?” Daisy giggles. “You’ve got a driver, a whole grounds team, a makeup/wardrobe artist, but not a private chef?”

This has to be the first real conversation I’ve had with a girl since I can remember. Normally, there’s hidden meaning behind every comment. But Daisy just comes right out and says what she means.

Yeah, there’s no way I’m letting her go after this.

“I cook when I want to,” I tell her. “Or when I really want to impress someone.”

“Aka seduce a girl?” she suggests, her tone sharp. “So you must be cooking often.”

“Not really.” I shrug. “I’m usually impressive enough.”

That one gets her. Daisy rolls her eyes so hard I have to laugh. She’s fun to tease. I could really get used to this.

“Okay, Casanova. What’s your favorite band? And don’t say The Rolling Stones, because that’s mine.”

“The Stones are good.” I nod. “But they’re my number two. My number one would be Dylan.”

“See, if you just switched those, we’d be simpatico,” Daisy replies.

“Stones over Dylan?” I laugh. “No way!”

“Yes way! Wild Horses? Brown Sugar?”

“Like a Rolling Stone?” I counter. “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door?”

“Hey, I’m not saying he isn’t good,” Daisy says quickly, an excitement in her eyes. She’s enjoying this. “But the Stones are just better.”

“Uh huh,” I chuckle. “And I suppose you are a typical girl and like chocolate cake over white cake?”

Daisy’s eyes flare, and she quickly reaches out and bats me on the arm. “Typical? How dare you!”

Christ. The way she’s looking at me has me feeling like a kid again. We’re flirting – actually flirting.

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