Free An Improper Deal (Elliot & Annabelle #1) (Billionaires' Brides of Convenience Book 3) by Nadia Lee Page A

girls.”
    “So…what are you doing?”
    “Giving. Your sister. A ride.”
    “Are you stalking me?” Flustered, I make a half-circle with my hand. “Us?”
    “Not particularly. But I got tired of waiting for an answer from you.”
    “Have you considered the possibility that no response means no?”
    “But that would be rude, and you’re too well-bred for that.”
    “What do you know about my breeding?”
    “Enough. And quite a bit else as well.”
    “Then you know I have a lot of baggage.”
    “You see me running?” Pulling the sunglasses off his face, he looks at me. His dark gaze ensnares my eyes, and I feel like I’m sinking into quicksand. The problem is I don’t want to get out. “I need an answer. Yes or no?”
    “I…uh…” I hug myself and look away.
    Everywhere around me is ugly graffiti and crushed beer cans on cracked sidewalks. One of them rolls slightly in the breeze, clinking. Underneath my left foot is a cigarette butt. Good god. I suck as a provider.
    It’s time I get real. I can’t let Nonny grow up in this hellhole.
    “I…have some conditions,” I say.
    “Let’s hear them.”
    I look around the driveway. There are people coming in and out, and Elliot’s attracting attention. “Not here. It’s too public.”
    “Get in the car,” he says. The passenger door is still open, so I climb inside and he swings it shut. The gentlemanly gesture surprises me. I’m not modern enough to reject old-world manners.
    He gets behind the wheel and starts driving.
    The interior is posh. I suppose that’s normal with a car like this. The seat feels like it’s made of fresh rose petals rather than leather, and the powerful engine sounds like it wants to go chase down a bullet train or something.
    Elliot’s presence is impossible to ignore in such a close environment. The sexual frustration from Monday rears its head, pulsing through me. The soap and clean scent of man coming from him makes my mouth water, and I have the most absurd urge to lick the skin on his neck and see if it’s as sensitive as it looks. I shift slightly and adjust the vents so the cool air blows directly on my heated, tingling skin.
    “So. Your conditions?”
    It takes me a moment to process his question. When I do, I swallow first before answering. “I can’t trust that you’ll actually pay me the million, so I want you to set the entire amount aside in a separate bank account that can’t be touched.”
    “You mean an escrow account.”
    “Something like that.”
    “Smart.” He nods appreciatively. “What else?”
    “Nonny’s coming with me.”
    His eyebrows pinch. “Of course. She’s a minor. She is going to be my responsibility as well while we’re married.”
    “Oh.” That easy victory leaves me fumbling mentally for a moment. I expected him to complain, or at least object to having to deal with somebody’s teenage sister. It isn’t like he wants anything except my body for a year.
    “Do you have any other conditions?” His voice holds a nasty bite. “Anything more insulting?”
    I ignore the jab. “I need to work.”
    “You want to keep cleaning the OWM building?” he asks, flabbergasted.
    “No. Why would you think that?”
    “If you could get some other job, you would have taken it.”
    My face heats with embarrassment. “Well, I can’t spend my entire day doing nothing.”
    He scowls. “I suppose I can see what’s available.”
    “I don’t want a pity job. I…” I bite my lip, then say, “What I really want is to go back to school.”
    “For real?”
    “Of course. I’ll just go to some community college nearby.” That should give me time to explore what I want to study. My old major is out of the question.
    “Fine. I’ll have an account set up for the tuition and fees.”
    “You don’t have to.”
    “My wife will be provided for.”
    His tone is hard and leaves no room for objections. Besides, a small, selfish part of me thinks
why not?
He’s got the money and is offering