The Girlfriend Clause

Chapter 15 Andrea

Andrea

I stood in the living room, barefoot, staring at the blank screen of the TV like it might flash up a headline: brEAKING: Local Woman Loses Plot, Impersonates Girlfriend, Then Invited to Paris with Evil Billionaire.

How? How had that happened? And why had part of me enjoyed the verbal sparring, even while I wanted to throttle him? The quick back-and-forth, playing off each other—it was like Monday at the Fox he never had been. Nothing had happened. Nothing.

My thighs squeezed together, desperate for relief.

Damn Liam Roth. That smug, entitled arsehole.

Even in my sleep, he got the last word.