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says smoothly. "I think it's insanely sexy , to be honest."
    "Usually the fans are the ones calling my models insanely sexy."
    He cocks his head. "Now, now, you don't give yourself enough credit."
    I lean back in my chair, studying his cool demeanor. "Is that why you came to visit me at this table? To talk about my porn?"
    "Sort of," he says, sliding his phone across the table. "I wanted to show you this."
    I pick up his phone and stare at the screen. The photo is of a gorgeous infinity pool looking out at the ocean.
    "Awesome?"
    "It's my beach house."
    "Are you hitting on me?"
    "Keep scrolling through the pictures."
    I do. The house is beautiful, modern and open and bright, with marble floors and large, spa-like bathrooms.
    "A little bird told me that you needed a place to shoot in the next couple of weeks."
    I nearly drop the phone is surprise. I rake my mind to try and figure out who the fuck would tell Micah that. It would be the only person drunk off mimosas at this luncheon. "Cam."
    "I brought up your profession in passing, and he told me your dilemma."
    "So you want to offer me your house to shoot my next storybook in. What's your agenda? You want your house featured for some reason?"
    "Not really."
    "You want to watch the shoots? Because that isn't going to happen."
    "Please," he says.
    I raise my eyebrows, and he grins again. "My father has been withholding my inheritance because I won't settle down with a girl."
    "Oh, poor you."
    "Poor me is right," he says defensively. "I enjoy my sex life, thank you very much. I like not being tied down. My father... well, you know his moral beliefs."
    Do I ever. His father is well-known for funneling money into conservative and GOP Super PACs. Micah is one of eight children, and the only one not married.
    "I'm thinking I can earn access to my inheritance by giving your father an extra push to seal the deal between the two companies." I don't get it until he winks.
    I laugh. "You want me to become your girlfriend? No... you're bribing me to become your girlfriend."
    "Not my girlfriend. My fake girlfriend. And then, once the deal is sealed between the companies, or I receive my inheritance, you're off the hook."
    "And if neither happens?"
    He shrugs. "Then we fake break up. Either way, there is no loss for me. Just a lucky chance I want to take."
    I mull around his proposal, leaning in close to him. "What would being your fake girlfriend consist of?
    "Attending the season's remaining dinners as my date, where we will flirt and kiss and touch. When you leave for my house to shoot, loudly tell my parents that you are going to spend time with me. And that's it."
    That's it. Sure, the deal is a little dirty, but playing boyfriend-girlfriend with Micah Greene would solve so many of my problems. Not to mention the fact that I'm single.
    I think of Jaime. "Since we're fake, that doesn't mean I have to be exclusive."
    "As long as you don't get caught," he says seriously.
    I slide my hand onto his lap, leaning in closely as my parents approach the table. "When do we start?" I whisper.

CHAPTER FIVE

    I've never really been let in on family business. Dad never talks about the company with me in a serious tone, and he's never offered me an internship, even though I've always been more responsible than Cam and taken school more seriously. I love Daddy, really, I do. But sometimes he can be a subtle, misogynistic dickwad.
    That's another reason why I haven't touched my inheritance. It's pride... really , it is. I'm waiting for either of my parents to look at my account and ask why I haven't spent any of the money allotted to me, or maybe even ask what I plan on doing with it. But so far, neither of them have.
    And I plan on letting that money sit stagnant in that account forever. I have my own savings account to fill.
    My parents have always cared more about my love life than how I'm investing my money or if I care about being a part of the company, so it isn't a surprise to me when Mom asks