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Tiffany’s POV

I gaped at him. In daylight he looked even more handsome, the clothes he wore looked like they had designer labels and fit him like a model. I wondered how he’d look without them.

Behave! He’s the enemy. I reminded myself.

“What are you doing here?” I frowned.

“I came to take my fiancee to lunch.” He smiled.

I was about to tell him where to go stick his lunch, but remembered Lynn was standing at the door.

“I'm not going to lunch thank you. I’ve work to do.” I said, forcing myself to be polite.

“There are no patients booked for this afternoon Dr. Baxter, you can go to lunch.” Lynn added unhelpfully.

Andy’s grin widened.

“You see babe, you’re free. Let’s have lunch. We have wedding plans to make.”

I gritted my teeth behind a tight smile, then stood up. My fist tightened around my purse and I wished it was around Andy Harris’s neck.

Lynn was staring at him like he was some movie star and I tried not to roll my eyes as I walked up to him. He put his arms around me. I shuddered. Not sure if it was from excitement or disgust.

Definitely disgust.

“Come babe, let me fill your little stomach.” He said mischievously.

I clenched my fist. The bastard hadn’t changed. He loved to piss me off. I waited till we were safely in the car park, then threw his arm off.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing you asshole? Haven’t you complicated my life enough?” I fumed.

“If you’re talking about the news currently blowing up social media, I had nothing to do with that. If you must know, those pictures have put me in a jam, which is why I’m here. I need to talk to you about that night.”

“If you think I owe you eternal gratitude because you managed to act like a decent human being for once in your life, think again!”

“I'm here to offer you a deal.” He snapped.

“What? My cake for your soda which you spiked with vinegar?” I asked, referring to a highschool prank he’d once played on me.

He blushed. “No. Look, I’m sorry about that, but we’re not in high school. I’m an adult now.”

I snorted. “Yeah right!”

“I am. Will you hear me out. It's important, otherwise I won’t be here. Believe me you’re the last person I want to see right now.”

“Same here. What do you want? Make it quick.”

“I want to offer you a business proposal. It's big money. Enough for you to expand your clinic and have time for your charity work.”

“How the hell do you know about all that?” I asked suspicioussly.

“I looked you up on social media.”

“So you’ve added online stalking to your psycho resume?”

“No. I’m a business man. I’m supposed to look into those I want to do business with. Make sure I there’s nothing about them that could embarrass me.”

“Get to the point. What deal are you offering?” I asked impatiently, ignoring his snide remark.

“Let’s get engaged.”

I stared, the shock evident on my face. He held up his hand.

“Hold on, don’t look at me like that. Hear me out. I need a fiancée to secure my CEO position at Harrisco.”

I kept staring, not knowing whether to laugh or bite him.

“You want us to get engaged? That’s the important deal you’ve been talking about?”I asked not believing my ears. “You're joking right? This is another one of your crazy pranks?”

“No. I’m dead serious. We’ll pretend to be engaged. I’ll need your service for a month,” Andy said, “once my position in the company is secured we won’t see each other again and I can assure you, I won’t regret it.”

I stared at his stupid arrogant face, wishing I could punch away that annoying smirk, or kiss it away.

I cringed, surprised where such a thought had come from. Perhaps it was a sign not to agree to this crazy arrangement.

“No thank you. I’d rather ride naked on horseback through the town than pretend to be engaged to your stupid NeANDYrthal ass.” I said scornfully.

He glared at me then stomped off. I was enjoying his anger when a message came into my phone. I read it and my heart sank. It was from my dad.

Remember, dinner tonight at 8pm with your fiance.

Damn! Talk about timing. Maybe I should listen to fate.

“Wait!” I called to Andy.

He turned. “What? Aren’t you done insulting me?”

I sighed heavily. “I’m in.”