How many nights have you spent like the one we had last night? How many do you think you'll have if you run now?"
Her breath was coming too fast. Her body was heating up too much. Her brain was scrambling, leaving her without a retort.
Without the strength to do what she knew she needed to do.
Without the will to do the right thing.
"You want to know crazy. I know crazy." Now his voice was a low, seductive whisper against her skin. "Last night was nothing, Anna."
Unbidden, a movie reel of their lovemaking played in her head. God, the things he'd done to her so far had already blown her mind.
There was more?
She'd never survive it.
"All I'm asking is that you stay until--" He obviously couldn't finish his sentence. "If you stay--if you let my grandmother think that our marriage is a real one--I promise to make it worth your while."
"I told you, I don't want your money or jewelry."
"I'm not talking about those things, sweetheart. I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about."
"No."
She pushed away from him and blindly fought for the door. He was asking her to become a slave to her body. To reckless desire. He was asking her give up her morals in exchange for more pleasure than she could imagine.
And she'd been about to say yes.
"Wait a second, Anna. Don't go out there. Not yet. We need to talk first, figure things out."
Did he really think she was going to turn around and let him "convince" her some more?
She was done talking.
She pushed through the heavy door and walked into a wall of photographers...and suddenly realized why he hadn't wanted her to leave the building.
She'd forgotten that Cole was a famous football player.
And their marriage was big news.
Big enough news that if they went straight from the hospital to the courthouse to get a divorce, his grandmother would be reading about it on the front page of the newspaper's afternoon edition.
Frozen in place, Anna was actually glad to feel Cole's warm arms encircle her waist from behind. The way she sank into the relative security of his body wasn't an act for the cameras.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she heard his faint urging, "Smile, baby," a split-second before he told the crowd, "Last night, Anna made me the happiest man on earth."
And then, as flashbulbs blinded her and journalists pelted them with questions, Cole maneuvered the two of them across the parking lot and into his car.
Chapter Nine
"I need to go home, Cole."
"I thought we had a deal."
Anna blew out a frustrated breath. As they'd driven back to the Wynn, they'd agreed that she'd remain his wife for as long as she had to. Now they were back at the hotel and she was staring down the barrel of who-knew-how-long as Mrs. Cole Taylor.
"We do have a deal," she said. Although neither of them had spoken again about what he'd said to her in the supply room.
I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about.
"But I have a job." And a family that was going to demand an explanation.
"Tell the school you're on your honeymoon. They can get a sub."
More tempted than she would ever admit--especially to herself--she said, "Maybe that's how things work in your world, but for us normal people we either go to work Monday through Friday or they give our job to someone who will."
"I don't want to leave my grandmother."
Every time she'd convinced herself to be good and irritated with him, he said something that pulled hard on her heartstrings.
"I'm sorry, Cole, I would stay if I could." Sadly enough, she was telling the truth. Fake marriage or not, she was powerfully--stupidly--drawn to the man standing in front of her.
His phone rang. "It's her," he told Anna, before picking up. "Yes, I know she's beautiful.
Very sweet, Grandma. I knew you'd love her."
His eyes ate her up as he spoke and the only way to hide her flush--and her growing desire--was to bend over her bag and pretend to pack. Even though she'd finished earlier that morning.
"The team will survive without me."
She lifted her head at his abrupt change of tone.
"I'm staying here." He paused, listened, frowned. "It's my life, Grandma, not yours."
Anna lifted her hand to hide her smile. It really was something to watch such a big, strong, tough man be such a softie. All for a woman he loved dearly.
"Fine, I'll play the damn game Sunday. But I'm flying right back."
Another pause, one where he looked like one of her first graders who knew he'd spoken out of turn.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said, and then, "Well, if you want me to stay in San Francisco with the team for practices, then I want you transferred to a nearby hospital." His face was like thunder. "We'll talk about this again soon."
He all but threw the phone down on the couch.
"Grandma is sending me back to California."
Anna knew she shouldn't be happy to hear it.
But she was.
* * *
It was all too much for her. The flight home in first class. The knowledge that she'd soon have to explain her rash marriage to not only her family, but also her friends and colleagues. All the while knowing that it would be coming to an end in the near future--and then she'd have to figure out how to explain her divorce. But mostly, Anna was overwhelmed by being so close to Cole for so many hours. He was always touching her, a thousand little caresses that slowly but surely drove her out of her mind.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Placing his hand at the small of her back to guide her through throngs of photographers outside both airports.
Brushing her shoulder and arm with his during the flight, despite the fact that her first-class seat was the size of a small ocean liner.
Thankful that James was already waiting for them just outside Arrivals, Anna was glad for Cole's large frame protecting her from the bulk of the flashbulbs.
"I didn't realize football players were so well known."
"Most women would be thrilled by my fame. And fortune."