"Our bed," he corrected. "And, fake or not, you're my wife, and I won't let you sleep on the sofa."She looked at him, met his gaze for a second, and then looked away. So, even after saying they would only pretend to be a couple in public, was he going to treat her like his wife indoors?"Thanks, then, if you're sure," she told him."But," he said, reaching forward to lean one of his hands on the counter next to her. "Do we really have to resort to that?"Isabelle swallowed, her throat going dry at his sudden closeness. His arm brushed against her side and she stepped to the side, attempting to create more space between them."What?""We are both adults," he said, his eyes running up and down her body openly.Was he checking her out? What exactly was he trying to do? She tried to maintain her composure, but it was hard when his dark eyes rose to hers. They penetrated hers, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.It wasn't her fault that he was so good-looking...The closer Jacob
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