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“You want me to pretend to be your lover?”
With a nod, he released her hands and leaned back in the chair. “Mais oui. It’d be assumed you were sharing my bed.”
“Why does that even matter?” Who would care if their relationship was more than business?
“Accept Agent Radcliffe’s offer to consult on the case, and you’ll discover many secrets. You might even uncover some you’ve been hiding from yourself.”
Whatever does that mean?
The impact of his words hit her on a gut level, terrifying because of the allure they held. She cleared her throat. “Monsieur de Gaules, you must know I am engaged.”
“I know your relationship status. That’s what makes this perfect. The rumors will fly. The more attention we have focused on our relationship, the more freedom we’ll have to operate.”
Viv glanced at it, terrified to take it but more than willing to feel the heat of his skin against hers again. What would be the harm in one last affair? Even if it was pretend. How much loyalty did she hold to a fiancé she hated?
“If I do this…” Her breath fluttered in her lungs, tentative yet excited. “If I do this, that’s all it would be. An act…”
It was vital she established boundaries.
“We maintain a professional relationship between us, regardless of what others believe?”
She’d meant her words to sound confident, but they had come out more like a question.
The corner of his full lips bowed into a smile when she allowed him to take her hand. He flipped her wrist over and leaned down to sweep his lips across the back of her hand.
“But of course.”
A jolt of electricity shot up her arm.
“Strictly professional.”
She hated when men lied.
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