His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 18

OLIVE’s POV

“So what’s your offer?” he asked, moving even closer until I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact, and I could feel the edge of the kitchen island pressing against my lower back, trapping me between marble and muscle.

“I have a better deal than the one you offered.” I said, trying to sound confident even though my voice came out breathier than I wanted. “This time I make the terms.”

“I’m listening.” he said, and something in his tone made my skin prickle with awareness.

“Fake dating.” I rushed out before I could lose my nerve. “Public appearances, PDA, making Cole jealous, all of that, but just for two months and then we’re done, clean break, no strings attached.”

He stared at me for a long moment, and I watched his expression shift through emotions I couldn’t quite read before he did something I didn’t expect-he laughed, low and genuine and completely unexpected.

“Fake dating,” he repeated, like the words tasted funny in his mouth. “You want to fake date me.”

“Yes,” I said, chin raised defensively. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“No, what’s hard to believe is that you think I’d agree to something fake when what’s happening between us is anything but,” he said, and before I could process that statement his hand came up to rest on the counter beside my hip, caging me in without actually touching me.

“Nothing’s happening between us,” I protested, but even I could hear how weak it sounded.

“Really?” His other hand came up to mirror the first, officially trapping me against the island. “So that’s not your heart I can see racing in your throat right now? That’s not you pressing your thighs together because being this close to me is affecting you?”

I opened my mouth to deny it but no words came out because he was right and we both knew it, and lying would just make me look more pathetic than I already felt.

“I don’t do fake,” he continued, voice dropping lower, more serious. “I don’t play pretend and I don’t do casual, so if you want my help you need to understand what you’re actually asking for

“What am I asking for?” I whispered, and I hated that it came out like a genuine question instead of a challenge.

“You said anything I want, remember?” He leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. “So here’s my deal-I own you for two months, no fake dating, no pretending, you’re mine and only mine and everyone knows it including you.”

My brain short-circuited trying to process what he was actually saving, what he was actually proposing, because this was so much more than I’d been prepared for.

“I-“I started, but he cut me off by pressing one finger to my lips the touch sending electricity through my entire nervous system.

“Two months isn’t a negotiation, it’s a starting point,” he said, and his eyes were so intense I felt like I might actually catch fire. Two months of you being mine in every sense of the word, two months of me doing whatever I want with you, two months of no rules except the ones I make.”

I closed my eyes because looking at him while he said things like that was too much, too overwhelming, too everything I’d sworn I wouldn’t let myself want.

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