Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,41
who has never had a single fling, or anything remotely questionable in her past. Nic, our staff isn’t that big. You and I are about the only ones who are the right age and single, and I’m sure as hell not doing it. I have some dirt that could be dug up if reporters looked hard enough.”
Horror flooded me as I realized what she and Macy were contemplating. “Oh, no, I’m not going to pose as Damian’s love interest. Absolutely not. I own his PR agency. People would know it’s bullshit.”
Kylie shook her head. “They’d never have to know that he hired you. You haven’t signed an official deal yet. You could wait until this whole thing is over to make it legal. Damian would never back out of the deal. The truth would actually be a good backstory. You and Damian met on a plane when he was flying on his own airline. You’re a businesswoman from the United States who just happened to be sitting next to him. You chatted the entire flight, and fell for each other over morning tea or something.”
“I don’t really like tea,” I said in a panicked voice. I really didn’t like this idea at all.
“Coffee then,” Macy answered. “Does it matter? You can make it a love story, whether you drank tea or coffee.”
“You can do this, Nic,” Kylie encouraged. “You’re the ideal woman for him to fall for here. There’s not a bad word that anybody could say about you. You graduated with high honors from college, and busted your ass to get through law school. You worked as a corporate attorney until you turned your attention toward the PR business.”
“Do I look like the kind of woman Damian Lancaster would fall for?” I asked. “Really? I’m overweight—”
“Curvy,” Macy insisted. “You’re in great shape, Nic. We’ve been scuba diving together for years, remember? I know how physically taxing some of those dives were, so don’t even go there with me. We’re in the water every chance we get. You’re shapely, and fit.”
“I’m way too tall—”
“Models are tall,” Kylie interrupted. “And Damian’s a tall guy. You could rock some pretty high stilettos and still feel dainty next to him.”
“I wouldn’t have a chance in hell of catching Damian Lancaster’s roving eye,” I said adamantly. “You saw those naked women in his bed. I am not his type.”
“I call bullshit,” Macy said emphatically. “You’re beautiful, Nic. You’ve just never seen yourself that way.”
Kylie raised her hand. “I call bullshit, too. Macy is right. And it’s pretty clear that Damian’s already attracted to you. I hate it when you sell yourself short just because no man has ever made you feel as gorgeous as you are, Nic. In my opinion, you’re way too good for somebody like Damian Lancaster, but you can always pretend that you’re slumming it.”
“She’s absolutely right,” Macy confirmed.
I looked at the two women who had been my greatest supporters for most of my life, and I knew they believed every word they were saying. How could I not adore both of them for seeing me way differently than I saw myself because they loved me?
“I love you both,” I said as I broke into laughter. I had two very adamant defenders beside me, and had for most of my life. There was no way I couldn’t find joy in that, and be pretty damn grateful that these two amazing women would always be my fiercest allies, just like I’d always be theirs.
I flopped onto my back, my heart still racing at the idea of playing Damian’s love interest.
“I’m not sure I can do it,” I admitted.
Really, I didn’t have a whole lot of choice if I wanted to be completely certain the truth would never come out.
“Of course you can,” Kylie argued. “You’ve never failed at anything in your life. This will be a piece of cake.”
“I haven’t completely decided that I’m the perfect woman to pull this off,” I warned them. God, there had to be some way to get me out of this, right?
“If you don’t believe your two best friends, ask Damian,” Kylie insisted. “I doubt very much if he’d mind you playing the part of his love interest. Maybe I don’t completely trust him, but the way he was looking at you in the office was no lie, Nic. I think he’ll convince you that you’re absolutely perfect.”
I sighed as I remembered that he’d already told me that I was perfect, and I hadn’t believed a