The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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Paige heard a hmm as he laid down and another one as he sat up, and she imagined him pulling off his shirt and dropping it on the floor. Paige swallowed.

When he settled again, she almost laughed at the thought he couldn't get comfortable on the ground. What with the way he kept turning this way and that, trying to get comfortable. She doubted he had ever slept on the floor before now.

Finally, having mercy on him as none of them would get any sleep done if he kept moving about restlessly Paige said, "Why don't you come up on the bed, am sure it's a big bed and can contain the two of us."

His movements stopped abruptly, and the next thing she heard was, "Are you sure?" In a deep, dark, drawl.

"Yeah, it's not like you are going to pounce on me or anything?" Paige finished with a small laugh. Feeling stupid for having mentioned that last part.

Silence greeted her after that statement, and she heard him lifting from the floor. He muttered a thank you and climbed into bed. His size and presence feeling everywhere and the bed which Paige thought was as big as a football pitch became as small as a cradle to her. She risked a glance at him and noticed he hadn't his polo on. And sleeping with a half naked man she was in love with would be a disaster. She might do something stupid like stare at him all night.

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Leo couldn't sleep, and so was Paige. He was beginning to notice her in the most unusual way. Like her heavy breathing and the way she kept shifting on the bed, so their bodies wouldn't touch. He guess she didn't like sharing the bed after all.

There are many ways to remedy this. He could sleep on the sofa, but the thought of his legs hanging out ninety percent of the time had him canceling the idea, and the floor had already been tried. Also, he could go to another room and leave the bed for her but if he did that. And it was somehow reported to his parents he had asked for another room to be cleaned out for him everyone would know he and Paige weren't really dating. Then all his efforts would have been in vain. No, he would stay here even if it killed him.

Sighing, Leo put his arm behind his head, trying to think of something distracting and not his beautiful assistant shifting every once in a while. He succeeded and his mind drifted off to her performance today, and he was glad the escort he hired didn't show up.

The woman would have let something slip under the attack tonight. Because she didn't know him, like Paige did.

Paige knew him in and out, at least to the extent a personal assistant was supposed to. However, with everything that had happened recently he realized he barely knew her.

With their relationship as a boss and employee, that sort of thing was not warranted. But now there was a little breach in it. He was finding out interesting things about his personal assistant he didn't think was possible before like the fact she was a writer. Was that even true or did she make it up? Leo turned to her.

"About tonight, when you said you were a writer, are you really one?"

Leo expected her to remain the way she was, backing him, but to his surprise she turned and for the first time since he climbed into the bed that night he couldn't keep his gaze still as it strayed to her creamy neck and then dipped lower. She must have noticed it because her face heated up, and she reached for the covers and held it to herself.

Leo's mouth curved to the side in clean amusement. Was she shy?

They were on their sides now, facing each other. Paige clutching a white cover and trying to avoid his gaze, which he purposefully kept on her. Good lord, she was shy. Leo found it hard relating the woman he was with to the one who had hugged him in a club, of course she had been drunk. But Leo was of the opinion everyone should be held accountable for what they did while drunk.