Sex, Lies and Midnight. Tawny WeberЧитать онлайн книгу.
Before he could pitch the worn-out spiel, she waved him away. If she hadn’t been so upset already, the speed at which he gratefully scurried off would have done serious damage to her ego.
This sucked. Swearing she could feel the wind from Dave’s speedy retreat, she paced the cement walkway of the atrium. With its impeccable timing, her phone chose that second to chime. Like a reluctant witness to a train wreck, she forced herself to look at this round of horrible text news.
I told everyone you’re coming. We’re all so excited to see you. I’ve even got a date for you on your first night home. We’ll double.
“Just shoot me, it’d be less painful,” she muttered.
“But such a waste.”
Shocked, Maya jumped and gave a tiny scream. She spun around, one hand trying to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest, and glared.
Simon Harris. The Southern-fried sex muffin.
“Where’d you come from?” she asked, desperately hoping he hadn’t overhead Dave’s rejection.
“I saw your friend inside,” he told her, tilting his head toward the bar where Dave was back, chatting with his friends. “You seemed upset earlier, so I figured I’d check on you. Make sure you’re okay.”
He was so sweet. Maya sniffed, trying to contain the emotional overload of the night.
“So how about I cheer you up?” he said in that jovial tone guys used to try and get past emotional scenes. “What are your holiday plans? A big family get-together, I’ll bet?”
That was the wrong thing to say, though. His words were the last straw. Tears gushed, frustration tangling with a sudden burst of homesickness.
Looked like the night actually could get worse.
3
OH, HELL. SIMON CRINGED.
He’d thought this was turning into a killer opening, but he wasn’t sure he could handle waterworks like Maya’s. Not even for a major bust.
“Going home sucks,” she told him, sniffling back her tears. “My family and I, we had a big falling out a few years ago. I know there’s probably no point being upset about not going. But a part of me was hoping this visit would mend fences and bring us all back together.”
“Prodigal daughter?” Simon mused. He hadn’t realized the estrangement between her and her father was that deep. Knowing how rotten his own parent issues made him feel, he took her hands and gave them a sympathetic squeeze. “That can’t be a comfortable reunion.”
“Not even close. And now I’m getting daily texts with all kinds of drama over me being single. Lots of manipulation and game playing,” she told him, anger sliding through the hurt in her tone. “The only way to avoid it is to bring a boyfriend home with me. Otherwise I’m going to spend the week dodging ugly matchmaking attempts, uncomfortable family drama and a nasty old school friend determined to make this a miserable visit.”
“Look, it sounds to me like you don’t have a choice,” he said. He was a federal officer. He shouldn’t be swayed by a sob story, right? He wanted an in to Tobias Black and this was his chance, served up on a golden platter by the sexiest woman he’d ever met.
Do the job, he reminded himself.
“You need to face this stuff. Take it from me, avoiding family drama only makes it all worse.” At least, he assumed it did. Given that he and his family had said their ugly goodbyes years ago, he didn’t know that time or avoidance could make his problems any worse.
“You’re right,” she murmured. She shoved one hand through her hair, the luxurious curls waterfalling over her shoulders. She gave him a considering look. There was a calculation in her eyes that made him wonder if he’d underestimated her. Her head tilted to one side, she pursed her lips and seemed to be thinking something through. Since he figured whatever it was could only benefit him, he offered her his nicest, encouraging-but-unthreatening look.
“But I can’t go alone. Not if I have to face Lilah,” she murmured.
Simon wracked his brain, but couldn’t recall seeing anyone named Lilah in the list of Black family members. So who was she and why did she put that tight look on Maya’s face.
Maybe the nasty texter?
Before he could ask, Maya shifted. She pulled back her shoulders, lifted her chin and gave him a look that made him just a little nervous.
“You said you’re looking for investors, right? It’s a big deal that you’re putting together?”
Where was she going with this? Nothing to do but play along, Simon realized.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying for weeks now and if I don’t get this deal nailed down before Christmas, it’ll fall apart.” He played it up, shoving his hand through his hair and acting frustrated. “There is so much riding on this, and I’ve had a lot of interest. But so far nobody’s willing to commit.”
She gave a little hum through lips pressed tight together, then as if she were forcing out the words before she could change her mind, she said, “What if I had money to offer? Not a lot, maybe ten thousand?”
“You’re interested in investing in the app platform startup?”
“I’m interested in making a deal,” she clarified.
This should be interesting.
“Um, in exchange for investing, and for using my contacts at Braverment to find other investors, I’d want something in return.” She nibbled temptingly on her bottom lip.
“Like what?” And where the hell was he going to find an app startup to invest in?
“In exchange, you go home with me and pretend to be my boyfriend.”
Holy shit. Maybe Santa Claus really did exist.
“Let me get this straight,” he said. “You’re willing to invest ten thousand in the startup I’m funding? And to put in word among the investors you work with that it’s a great deal. And in exchange, all I have to do is spend a week with the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?”
And make the bust of his career, cementing his upward climb to success?
“That sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all,” he returned, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “It sounds smart to me.”
“Right.” She laughed, pacing the length of the patio again.
“No, it does. You need to be able to focus on dealing with the family drama without worrying about entertaining, or fending off, a date. But you need a boyfriend to avoid the matchmaking drama and give you a sort of touchstone to your current life. You know, so you don’t get pulled too deep into the emotional stuff.”
Her eyes wide and glistening with tears, Maya stopped mid-pace to nod slowly. “You’re right. But that’s all for my good. But you don’t seem like you’re doing so bad at finding investors that you’d have to resort to this kind of thing.”
“Times are tough,” he told her. “The economy sucks, computer startups are all over the place. If I didn’t personally know the guy heading this up and know he’s brilliant, I’d probably walk away myself. But I promised him, and his mother, that I’d make sure he had the resources to give his dream a shot. So you’re saving my ass.”
Simon wondered if he’d gone too far over the top. But that seemed to be just the right tone, since the skepticism faded from Maya’s eyes. Instead she looked like she was seriously considering the deal.
Triumph was so close, Simon could taste it.
But…
His gaze traveled