The Bachelor's Bed

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, still staring down at himself.

Lani stared too, because wow, with his wet shirt pasted to that fabulous chest, the blood rushed right out of her head, which made thinking a tad dangerous to her health.

“It’s the project that’s so important.”

She concentrated on his words with effort. “Project?”

“I’m designing a laser-surgery process,” he said, pulling at his shirt. “It’s so close.”

“Laser surgery. They already have that.”

“This is different—better.” His voice told her how important this was to him. “Less cutting,” he said earnestly. “Less time under anesthesia. It’ll revolutionize the way surgeries are performed.”

And would help countless numbers of people. Lani’s save-the-world heart squeezed.

Her crush on him tripled.

“You’ll save so many lives,” she marveled. A modern day hero, she thought.

“The surgeons will save the lives.” He moved close again, his eyes flashing with passion, and though she knew it wasn’t directed at her, it made her dizzy anyway. Capturing her head in his big, warm hands, he tipped it up to stare down into her eyes. “But I can’t finish, they won’t leave me alone. No one will leave me alone. They want me out socializing, dating, spending the money I don’t care about. I need help.”

“You do?” With his long, powerfully built body against hers it was hard to imagine him needing help from someone like her.

“I need a fictional fiancée.” His gaze held hers captive. “I know how this sounds, Lani, but will you marry me? For pretend?”

The situation finally overcame Lani’s sensory pleasure. Yes, she was plastered up against the door, held there by the fabulous body she’d fantasized over for months, but had he just really asked…“M-m-marry you?” She hadn’t stuttered since kindergarten, nearly twenty years before, but suddenly her tongue kept tripping over itself. “B-b-but…”

At that moment, Carmen finally made it to the back door and knocked with enough pressure to wake the dead.

Lani ignored her. “Did you really just ask me to…?”

“Yes.” Colin drew a deep, ragged breath. “I’ve thought about it, planned it all out. I know this is a huge imposition, and I promise to compensate you….” At her soft sound of dismay, he hurried on. “I’m not trying to insult you, but I’m aware of what I’m asking and that it’s an inconvenience, to say the least.”

She couldn’t help it, she laughed.

He frowned. “This isn’t funny.”

“No, it’s not,” she agreed. An inconvenience to be married to him? Not likely.

“It won’t be easy, but I’ve watched you all year now. You’re smart, funny and, best yet, even-tempered. We can do this.”

He’d watched her all year.

At her expression, he hesitated. “You understand, this is pretend. I just need the pretense of being engaged while I finish my project.” His hands were still on her face. Rough skin, tender touch. “Lani?”

Maybe she ought to vow to risk more often because, holy cow, this was more like the thrilling life she’d dreamed about for herself since she’d been a young girl remembering her happy, romantic parents. During those first painful years she’d wondered what kind of man would eventually sweep her off her feet. She’d wondered as time had gone by as well, even as she put up mental barriers to avoid the intimacy she so feared.

Now Colin wanted her.

No, she corrected, he needed, not wanted. There was a difference and she would do well to remember it. His proposed arrangement was too easy to romanticize. Colin needed time for his laser project, which would save countless thousands. She could be a part of that altruistic cause by helping him out.

And be married to him at the same time.

Carmen pressed her face against the window in the door, ruining the moment, glaring over Lani’s shoulder as she tried to see. When she caught sight of Colin wrapped around Lani, her eyes widened comically.

Lani turned her head and concentrated on the warm male pressed against her.

“I just need your agreement,” Colin urged in that rough yet silky voice.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t paying attention, she was. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder—how did an inventor get such a great body? She’d seen plenty of great bodies before, but she so rarely had one held against her this way. It made thinking curiously difficult.

“I know this is really sudden, and a big decision, but I can’t work like this.” Colin dropped his forehead to hers. “I have to have more peace and quiet. It’s crucial.”

“I understand.” His mouth was close enough to kiss if she just leaned forward a fraction of an inch. Her heart raced.

“It’s urgent we resolve this before—” The phone rang, echoing strangely in his large house. “Damn.”

It rang and rang, in tune now to Carmen’s persistent and annoying knocking.

Colin’s eyes seemed even more wild, more desperate, and because she’d never seen him anything less than completely put together, it startled her.

“Will you help me?” he asked.

“Well…”

“We’re not strangers.”

“Uh…no. But…”

“And you know I’m not a mass murderer,” he urged. “Or a criminal of any kind.”

“Yes. But…”

“Lani.” He stepped close again, but didn’t touch her. “I’ll give you anything in my power, just name it. Money?”

“No!”

“A trip somewhere?”

Lani knew her eyes had lit up; she’d never had the chance to go anywhere. “I would never accept such a thing.”

“Hawaii,” he said rashly.

Hawaii. A personal fantasy of hers. “No. No, thank you,” she added gruffly, knowing she was going to regret this in the deep dark of the night.

“I’ll do anything for you in return,” he assured her. “Your business…could you use another client?”

Only desperately. “Sure.”