It was her brother, Vince, who had finally convinced her to take a chance. To take a risk. To take something for her own.
Maybe someday a man would fit into the picture. Not any time soon. She needed to concentrate on herself.
“Join me.” Ethan gestured for her to come sit on the sofa after the delivery. He laid the pizza down on the coffee table, then dashed into the kitchen, returning with two plates, a stack of napkins and two bottles. “Will you have a beer?”
She took one from him and popped the cap with a satisfying twist.
As they sat down beside each other Holly winced involuntarily and moved away a bit. Being close to him felt scary. Strange. Strangely great...
He noticed her sudden stiffness. “I do not bite.”
Pity. She held back a laugh. It wasn’t fear that he’d bite that was bothering her. It might have been fear that he wouldn’t.
Ethan flipped open the box and a meaty, cheesy, tomatoey aroma wafted up to their noses.
“I do not believe I have ever seen a pizza with this many ingredients on it.”
As if performing a delicate procedure, he used two hands to lift one hefty slice onto a plate and handed it to Holly. Then he served himself.
“Ah...”
They groaned in unison as the first bites slid down their tongues. Unable even to speak, they each quickly devoured their slices.
Holly was the first to reach for a second. Then she sat back on the sofa and put her bare feet up on the coffee table.
“‘Everything’ is now officially my favorite pizza topping,” Ethan confirmed, after taking another slice.
Observing Holly stretched out and seemingly comfortable, he did the same. His leaned back against the sofa. Tentatively he extended one leg and then the other onto the coffee table, and crossed them just as Holly had hers.
And there they sat, both barefoot, eating pizza, as if they had known each other for eons rather than minutes.
She thought of something to ask. “Where did you fly in from?”
“Dubai. Before that I was in Stockholm. I have been out of the country for a month.”
“Where do you live?”
“I keep a small apartment in Boston, near our headquarters. Although I travel most of the time.”
“Your company has properties all over the world?”
He nodded and washed down his pizza with a sip of beer. “Yes. Some we build. Some we buy and refurbish. In the last couple of years I have been spending a lot of my time on affordable housing for low-income buyers.”
“Vince told me about the development you built in Overtown. He said he was so proud to have been part of a project helping people in one of Miami’s neediest areas.”
That left side of Ethan’s mouth rose up again, but this time it continued until the right side lifted to join it in one full-on heart-melting smile.
Holly almost choked on her pizza. She thought a person might enjoy looking at that smile for the rest of her life.
“After my aunt retires I plan to turn most of Benton’s focus toward housing for homeless or low-income families.”
“When will she retire?”
Ethan sized Holly up in a gaze that went from the tip of her head down to her toes. As if he were taking her all in. Measuring her for something.
When she couldn’t stand the moment any longer she reached for another piece of pizza and pressed, “Does your aunt want to retire?”
Holly watched his concentration return to the conversation at hand.
“I think she must, whether she wants to or not. She has peripheral neuropathy. It is a rare inherited condition. She’s starting to lose some of her faculties.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I am, too. She is a wonderful woman.”
“She’s lucky to have you looking out for her wellbeing.” Holly didn’t think anyone would ever care about her that much.
“I would like to see her relaxing in Barbados. Swimming in warm waters and enjoying her silly trophy husband.”
“But she doesn’t see it that way?”
“She has a stipulation that she is insistent on before she retires, the details of which have not been worked out yet.” Ethan reached for his beer. “So, tell me, Miss Holly Motta, you have come to New York completely on your own?”
What did his aunt want? Was there a family secret?
Holly was dying to know. In fact she wanted to know about all of Ethan’s joys and triumphs and struggles and defeats. Wanted to tell him all of hers. Though she couldn’t fathom why.
Even if she had been open to meeting the right man—a man with whom she would share the deepest, darkest nooks and crannies of her life—it wouldn’t be a man who showered on airplanes.
A man like Ethan Benton had no business with a girl who had grown up in a trailer park in Fort Pierce. Never going to happen. And she wasn’t looking for someone, anyway. This was her time.
She chewed her pizza, suddenly agitated by the way Ethan continued to examine her, as if she was an object he was considering purchasing.
“I have to say I cannot remember the last time I was with a woman who ate half a pizza in one sitting.”
“Of course not. You probably only keep company with women who eat one green bean and then tell you how full they are.”
That crooked grin broke into a hearty belly laugh. “You are absolutely right. If they eat anything at all. You are definitely not like the women I tend to meet.”
“Should I consider that a compliment?”
“Please tell me why you have come to New York alone.”
“Who would I have come with if not alone? I haven’t seen my mother in years. My brother, Vince, is doing well in Miami. I have no other ties.”
She’d grown up strategizing and compensating for her unreliable mother. Looking out for Vince. Then working around Ricky’s bad behavior. Juggling two or three jobs. Keeping the house clean. Making sure people were fed. Paying bills. Always being the responsible one. Day after day. Year after year.
“I’m through with being cautious.” She couldn’t believe she was blathering this out to a man she’d only just met. “Yes, I came to New York alone. No job. No permanent place to live. I don’t even know if here’s where I belong. That’s why I was going to stay in this apartment for a while—to figure it out. I’m sure it all sounds insane to you.”
“How it sounds is brave.”
* * *
Ethan furrowed his brow. A minute ago Holly had confided that she wasn’t in contact with her mother. No mention of a father. He sensed there was plenty more that she hadn’t said. That she’d been through more than her share of trouble and strife. Although it might be a made-up story meant to evoke sympathy from him to let her stay in the apartment.
Every previous experience he’d had with women other than Aunt Louise had led him to believe that they were never what they seemed.
Starting with his own mother.
Do not trust trust. It was a lesson he’d learned decades ago.
That was why he’d devised this scheme to set up a fake relationship, so that Aunt Louise would think she had gotten her wish. She would retire with her mind at ease and her attention on her health.
An imitation fiancée would suit him perfectly. The women he’d known before had always wanted something from him. With this arrangement he’d dreamt up everyone would get what they were after. Clean and upfront, with clear expectations and no disappointment.
After he and Holly had finished eating she retrieved a pad and pencils from her luggage and sat herself in the window, with its second-floor view out onto the street. She turned sideways, somehow wedging her long legs into the windowsill, and propped her sketchpad on her knees.
“You are welcome to pull a chair over,” Ethan tosse
d out, not in the habit of contorting himself to fit into small spaces.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Unsure what to do with himself, he picked up his tablet to check emails. If he’d been there alone, as planned, he would have gone to bed. It was going to be a busy week.
He could ask Holly to take her things into the bedroom. Then he could turn off the lights, try to get comfortable on the sofa and hope to fall asleep.
Yet it was so unusual for him to be in an apartment with someone he craved her company and wanted to prolong it. He wasn’t ready for her to retreat to separate quarters.
How crazy was the idea that kept popping into his mind?
As Holly drew, he began telling her more about Aunt Louise. About the cruel medical condition that was taking away pieces of her.
“How did your family’s company get started?” she asked, while working on her drawing.
“With nothing. When my father and Uncle Mel were in their twenties they saved their money from doing carpentry work until they had enough to buy the South Boston apartment they grew up in. Then they bought the whole building. And then the one next to it.”
“That takes focus and determination. Hmm...” She shook her head.
“Hmm—what?”
She kept her eyes on her pad. “It’s just that nobody I’ve ever known has done anything like that.”
“After my uncle married Louise, she helped them grow the business. My father died twenty-five years ago. Then Aunt Louise took over as CEO when Uncle Mel died five years ago.”
Ethan had only vague memories of his father. But he so missed the uncle who had become a second father to him. Melvin Benton had been a smart leader. A just and fair man.
“Uncle Mel would have agreed that it is time for Aunt Louise to step down. Before industry gossip sullies her reputation as the competent successor to his legacy that she was.”
“What is it that your aunt wants you to do before she’ll agree to retire?”
Oh, so Holly had been paying close attention earlier, when he’d started to tell her about Aunt Louise’s request and then stopped himself.
“She wants to see me established in my personal life. For me to have what she and Uncle Mel had. She is waiting for me to be engaged to be married.”
“And now you are?”
“So to speak...”
“There’s no ‘so to speak.’ You’re either engaged or you’re not.”
“Not necessarily.”
Why had he started this? He’d revealed more than he should have.
“Tell me,” she persisted, without looking up.
“I would rather talk about you. You have come to New York with no work here at all? This city can be a very tough place.”
“I know. But I do have some people to contact. You’re probably thinking my coming to New York was a really reckless bet. But if I didn’t do it now I never would have.”
When Ethan glanced down to the inbox on his tablet his eyes opened wide at the latest email. It was the talent agency, apologizing for contacting him so late in the evening and asking for the duration of his booking for Penelope Perkins, his soon-to-be “fiancée.” Because, the representative explained, Mrs. Perkins had just informed them of her pregnancy. She expected to be available for a few months but, after that her altered appearance might be an issue for any long-term acting assignment.
Good heavens. Yes, Mrs. Perkins’s blossoming pregnancy was going to be an issue! That would be too much to disguise from Aunt Louise. First an engagement and then a pregnancy right away? Not to mention the fact that Penelope was apparently Mrs. Perkins. And a certain Mr. Perkins was be unlikely to be agreeable to such an arrangement.
The veins in Ethan’s neck pulsed with frustration. As if he didn’t have enough to do! Now the engagement plan he’d worked so hard to devise was in jeopardy. Could he choose someone else and get an appointment with her in time? He quickly tabbed through the photos of the other actresses on the website. They were all of a suitable age. Any one of them might do.
Then he glanced up to lovely Holly, sketching in the windowsill.
What if...?
He’d been exchanging pleasant conversation with Holly all evening. Why not her? It might work out quite nicely. Perhaps they could have an easy, friendly business partnership based on mutual need. He had a lot he could offer her.
Of course the fact that he found her so interesting was probably not a plus. It might add complication. But who was to say that he wouldn’t have been attracted to Penelope Perkins, or some other actress he’d chosen?
A sense of chemistry would be palpable to Aunt Louise and anyone else they would encounter. It would make them believable as a couple. And he certainly wouldn’t be acting on any impulses. It wasn’t as if he was open to a genuine relationship.
A fake fiancée was all he was looking for. Holly was as good a bet as any.
He gazed at her unnoticed for a moment. She turned to a new page on her sketchpad. Then, when she asked him again about whether or not he was engaged, he finally told her the truth.
He picked up the beer he had been drinking with the pizza. Carefully peeling off the label that circled the neck of the bottle, he rolled it into a ring. And then stepped over to Holly in front of the window. Where anyone in New York could be walking by and might look up to see them.
“I was intending to hire an actress,” he explained. “But I think Aunt Louise would like you. You remind me of her. There is something very...real about you.”
He got down on one knee. Held up the beer label ring in the palm of his hand.
She gasped.
“Holly, I do not suppose you would... If you might consider... Would you, please? Can you pretend to marry me?”
CHAPTER THREE
“HEAR ME OUT,” Ethan said, still on one knee.
Holly had been so stunned by his proposal that moments stood still in time. It was as if she watched the scene from outside her body.
In an Upper East Side apartment in New York an elegant man with wavy brown hair waited on bended knee after proposing to his dark-haired intended. Would she say yes?
Holly couldn’t remember if she had dreamt of a moment like this when she was a little girl. A dashing prince, the romantic gesture of kneeling, white horse at the ready. She’d probably had those fantasies at some point but she couldn’t recall them. They were buried under everything else.
Most of Holly’s memories were of hard times.
Growing up, it had been her alarm clock that had snapped her out of any dreams she might have had. The clock had made her spring her up quickly to check if her mother had woken up and was getting dressed for work. Or if she wasn’t going to get out of bed. Or hadn’t made it home at all during the night. Leaving Holly to scrounge together breakfast and a sack lunch for her and Vince.
No, Holly hadn’t had much time for fairy-tale dreams. She’d been proposed to before. After all, she’d been married. But Ricky’s offer had been about as heartfelt as their marriage had been. It had been on a sweaty, humid day in his beat-up old truck and it had gone something like, “I guess you want to get married...”
At the time, she’d thought that was about as good as it was going to get.
“It would be strictly business, of course.” Ethan continued with his proposition. “An engagement in name only.”
So Holly’s second marriage proposal was to be just as unromantic as her first.
A twinge of despair pinged through her.
Ethan was suggesting a fake engagement to appease his aunt and get her to retire before poor health tarnished her standing. She understood why he was asking, but she didn’t see what would be in it for her.
He anticipated her immediate trepidation and added, “We can negotiate a contract that is mutually ben
eficial.”
“That certainly sounds cut and dried, Mr. Benton.”
Even having this discussion was making her uncomfortable. Because it brought up notions like a little girl’s dreams and happily-ever-afters. Thoughts she couldn’t afford to linger on. Not then and not now.
She squinted at him. “Could you please get up?”
“I can.”
He rose, yet still held out the beer bottle label. Looking down at it he assured her, “We would purchase a proper engagement ring.”
“Let’s put the paper ring down for a minute, okay?”
He laid it gently onto the coffee table as if it was a thing of great value. “I have a scenario...” He gestured toward the sofa.
She followed him, but this time didn’t sit next to him as she had when they were eating pizza. She chose one of the black chairs opposite him. Best to keep her distance.
“May I be frank?”
“Oh...okay,” Holly answered with apprehension.
“You are new to New York. You mentioned that you do not yet have work. You mentioned that you could not afford to stay in a hotel. I am offering you very easy temporary employment. Pose as my fiancée. What I would pay you will help you establish yourself here. Shall we bring it to the bargaining table? Name your price.”
“Name my price!” Such a ruthless businessman! Everything was a deal to him. “Are you used to getting everything you want simply by demanding it?”
“Oh, I always get what I want.” His stare drilled into her.
Wow, what a predator. And why did that excite her rather than repel her?
Just for entertainment’s sake, she took a minute to fantasize what being his pretend fiancée might be like. She’d probably be physically near him quite a bit. He’d have his arm around her shoulder. Sometimes around her waist. They’d hold hands. He’d probably even place a kiss on her cheek in front of other people, just to put on a convincing show.
Holly snuck a glance at his mouth. Ripe lips that looked to be endlessly kissable. No way would a plan that involved her standing close to his lips ever, ever be a good idea.
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