Bad Boy (An Indecent Proposal) - J.C. Reed Page 0,18

something stuck in there,” Chase said coolly and held up something pink, then dropped it to our feet. “I believe it was chewing gum. I don’t need to impose myself on a woman.”

Of course not.

Because no woman in her right mind would decline someone as hot as Chase.

And I was the lucky one to marry him.

Too bad he was a lying bastard.

“Oh.” I glared at him. My gaze met his stunning blue gray eyes and my breathing stopped for a few seconds.

Wow.

In the sunlight, his magnetic eyes were even more gorgeous than I remembered.

The last few hours I had tried to make myself believe that it was impossible for someone to be so beautiful. That it was all in my mind because I was so damn attracted to him. That time would open my eyes and help me see him for what he really looked like.

But now?

In real life, he was the most beautiful man I had ever met.

He was also the most wicked—able to transfix people with a mere glance. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he had hit on someone to get me out.

“It’s great to see you again, Laurie,” Chase said nonchalantly, oblivious to my glare.

“How did you convince them to release me?” I asked. “It couldn’t have been easy.”

He cocked his head, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “I have my resources. And as it happens, I’m also a good actor.”

I snorted. “Yeah, more like an amateur. You’re not a professional.”

“So, Jude told you.” He nodded, like Jude’s revelation was no big deal.

I smiled coldly. “She told me everything.”

“That’s impossible. She doesn’t know anything about me.”

“Like what?” I crossed my arms over my chest and peered into his eyes, challenging him.

“Like that I’m happy to see you again.” His gaze brushed the front of my dirty black dress. “How’s your vacation been so far?”

I scowled.

He was making fun of me because he knew it’d get to me.

“Why are you here?” I asked, ignoring his attempt at rattling at my self-control.

His brows shot up. “To save you, obviously.”

“I didn’t need saving.”

“It didn’t look that way to me,” Chase said gently.

I stared at him as I tried to read his caged expression. His words carried a deeper layer to them. I turned around to watch the people walking past, some casting us interested glances.

“All right, you win.” I turned back to him and heaved an exasperated sigh. “I’m going back to the hotel, but if you think I’ll say thank you, you’re wrong. I have no intention of returning home, and particularly not with you. Thank you is about the last thing you’ll ever hear from me. I’m going home.”

I tried to wriggle my way past him to call a taxi, but he blocked my way—all hard body and stony expression.

“You can’t go home just yet.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why not? Because you don’t want me to?”

“Look—” He took a sharp breath and exhaled it slowly, as he prepared his words. “You’ll have to stay for one week in case they want to investigate.”

Stay in Acapulco for a week?

After last night’s incident, I’d fly home and forget all about it or lock myself in my room out of fear of making another mistake.

“I’m also forced to stay,” Chase added quickly. “So, it seems we’re both stuck here.”

“Poor you.”

“I’d say lucky me. I always wanted to see Mexico, and now it looks like we’ll have a honeymoon, just like every other married couple.”

I scowled at his words.

Married couple.

“Married couple, my ass,” I mumbled. “I didn’t need saving, Chase. You shouldn’t have come.”

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for us,” Chase said slowly, and I rolled my eyes. “I’m your husband. Even if we’re only married on paper and you hate me, it doesn’t change that little fact.”

I gave a snort. “I don’t hate you. I don’t care for you. That’s all.”

“I doubt it.” He smiled. “When you were in my bed, you liked me…a lot.”

I snorted. “That was back then. Things have changed in case you haven’t noticed. I’m different now.”

“No, you’re not, Laurie.”

I glared at him, hating the fact that he was right. “You wasted your time coming here. Maybe I did all that and more.”

“What?”

“All the things I was accused of,” I said.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. “You fucked someone?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe I was on a way to a hot date.”

“You wouldn’t have done that.” His mouth tightened. “We have an agreement.”

“An agreement which