Free Romance: Mills and Boon Romance: The Boss's Proposal (Billionaire Bad Boy BBW Romance) by Amanda Horton

about it later. Now, I need a favor. There’s this big client I’m after. His name’s Jack Martelle, he’s a banker. Have you heard of him?”
    Aisha nodded.
    “Good. All I want you to do is pretend you’re my fiancée. You don’t need to speak or anything. Just play along, nod, you know, be a woman and it’s all gonna be just fine. After tonight, you won’t have to see him or me again. We’re even, ok?”
    Sam’s low tone seemed to have an effect on Aisha. He had a large vein on the right side of his forehead. He was so tense that she thought it was about to explode. Nonetheless, Aisha had been through a lot and needed a minute to take it all in. She had just been attacked. More than that, her attire was not suited for a special occasion.
    “Um, hello? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but can you take a minute and think about me here? I’m a mess…”
    “He didn’t hurt you, did he? And don’t worry about clothes; my sister’s got dozens of fancy dresses upstairs.”
    “Well, no, but…”
    “Don’t. I don’t wanna hear about it.” Sam repeated his previous gesture, when he raised his right hand in the air. This time, it stopped just an inch away from her mouth. Then, he leaned forward, towards her and grabbed her by the shoulders, squinting at her.
    “Aisha, the guy thinks I’m gay!” He whispered. The baffled woman stared at his stone-blue eyes and felt her pulse rising, but she could not help but burst into laughter.
    “What’s so funny?” He asked.
    “I… can’t do this right now.” Aisha could not stop laughing. She even averted her gaze from him and looked at the closed door, five feet to her right.
    “What? You’re gonna bail on me?”
    “No, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… You should have taken a look at yourself in a mirror or something.” Aisha finally stopped and faced him again.
    “Alright. Let’s do this, then.”
    Aisha followed Sam back to his beach house. They went past the driveway to the left and reached the service door, in the back.
    A small light was on, right above the door. Sam stopped, flipped around and faced her. Only when they stepped into the light did she realize just how handsome he was.
    “Do you need a reminder?”
    “No, not really. I’m ready.”
    Aisha pointed at the door with her right hand and seconds later, Sam pulled a key out of his left pocket. When they walked inside the house, the sight of the extremely tall ceiling stunned her. It had to be at least thirty feet tall, with a massive chandelier in the middle. The walls were entirely made of yellowish limestone. There was a big staircase to the right and a 10-by-12ft arch shaped door to the left, more than forty feet away from where they stood, across the staircase. The spotless, hardwood floor was shining under the ample, chandelier light. On the right side of the white wall, two, big, oil paintings, one depicting a sunset on a sandy beach. There was a mountain range on the other, with some snow on each peak. On the left, two more paintings: A replica of Picasso’s “Guernica” and Da Vinci’s “Joconda”. The detail on each painting was extreme. Those were not cheap fakes by any means.
    “My sister’s wardrobe is the second door to the right. About that drink?”
    “Oh, I prefer gin.” Aisha responded and quickly climbed the stairs. Upon reaching the top, she saw four doors to the right and two to the left. They all looked pretty much alike, made of oak, with golden doorknobs on the side, except the first door to the left. It had no knob on it. In fact, Aisha could not see any kind of lock on that particular door. Curious to see for herself what Sam meant by “fancy dresses”, Aisha opened the second door to the right and pressed the light switch on the left hand side of the wall.
    “Oh, my God…” She murmured when she got in. Each side of the room was filled with all kinds of dresses, on separate hangers. Her attention was drawn to the first dress on the