Tailored for Trouble (Happy Pants #1) - Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page 0,73
the worst. “If you mean what I think, the answer is no.”
“Why? I’ve been told I’m fun. And it would make me happy—happy enough to tell you where we’re having dinner.”
“I am not going to ‘make you happy,’ Chip.”
“You made Bennett happy,” he argued. “Am I so unworthy of your pussy?”
E “Just so we are clear. I did not make him happy either, and yes, you are unworthy.”
“You didn’t sleep with him?”
“No.” She felt a pang of guilt for getting Bennett into trouble, but then she remembered it was his fault for making such a stupid fucking bet in the first place. “Want your money back?”
“So I paid him for nothing?” Chip laughed. “Slimy son of a bitch. Wait, but doesn’t he let you call him Bennett?”
“He doesn’t let me; I just do,” she replied.
“Then he must be into you.”
“Bennett?” she deflected nervously. “Into me? No.”
“You’re lying. I’m hanging up now.”
“Our relationship is complicated,” she blurted out.
“In that case, you have something I want.”
“I already told you I’m not sleeping with you, but I will help you get your million dollars back.” She wasn’t really sure she could, but maybe Bennett planned to give back the money anyway, given what he’d said about making things right.
“I don’t want it back,” Chip said. “Bennett lost the last three rounds of golf, so I’m still ahead.”
How much do they bet on golf?
“Be my date tonight,” Chip said.
“What? No,” she replied sharply.
“You want to see him?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll have to be my date.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Why?”
“Because if he’s into you, there’s no greater prize than watching his face when he thinks he’s lost you to me. And you better do a good job, or I’ll tell my mother that Bennett lied about sleeping with you to get a million dollars out of me. I’m sure she would love that.”
“You wouldn’t,” Taylor seethed. It wouldn’t matter to Mary who instigated the bet. She would want nothing to do with Bennett if she found out he had taken part in it.
“I would. And then she won’t sell her company to him. She hates liars.”
Wow. Chip really was as low as they came.
“Fine. I’ll be your date,” she said.
“Excellent. And maybe you’ll change your mind about the fun after that.”
“No. I won’t.”
“We’ll see about that. I’ll text you the address once I’m on my way to the restaurant so you can meet me out front. And wear something nice.”
Was a hooker red dress from the airport considered nice these days in Paris?
CHAPTER 14
Taylor stood outside the posh restaurant nestled between a very fancy handbag shop and a shoe store she’d never be able to afford in a million years, shivering in the cool evening air. Chip had given her strict instructions to wait out front.
She’d tried to reach Bennett several more times, stopping only to book herself a new flight home, but the calls kept going straight to voicemail. Had the pouty bastard blocked her? Still, she hoped to at least intercept him before he entered the restaurant. But then again, if she did that, Chip might tell his mother about the million-dollar lie, and Bennett would lose the deal. It was a lost cause. She had to go along with Chip.
Well, maybe Bennett won’t care if you show up with Chip. After all, it wasn’t like she and Bennett were dating. They’d shared two kisses, and he’d had a little sleepy time fun with her privates, but other than that, they were…acquaintances. No, that’s not exactly right either. Honestly, she didn’t know what they were.
Well, whatever it is, we’re about to become nothing. Less than nothing, because Bennett would be furious when he learned about the fake module.
This is the right thing to do, Tay. You’d never live with yourself if he lost his big deal.
Chip pulled up in a sleek black Jaguar and handed the keys to a valet. When he got to the sidewalk, his brown eyes practically shot from his head. “Taylor. Don’t you look…that is one…that dress is so…” He ran his hand self-consciously over the top of his thinning blond hair and then licked his almost nonexistent lips. The man basically had just a hole for a mouth, which made his drooling look worse than it probably was.
She sighed. She knew she looked like a woman ready for some serious action, but she hoped he would remember what she said: Not getting him happy!
“Thanks,” she said coolly. “So where’s your mother?”