A Girl's Fetish For Billionaires

Robin's hand is resting on the gear shift. Tentatively, I reach out to touch it. He flips it over and catches my hand in his, threading our fingers together. It's a more intimate touch than we've ever shared, and I catch my breath at the sensation of his strong fingers between mine. It makes me imagine what they'd feel like on other parts of my body.

Sliding up my arms and then down my curves, following them around my waist to cup my a.s.s and lift me up off this car seat…

"I told you I'd help, Robin," I say, and I pray my voice doesn't sound as funny or strained to him as it does to my own ears. "I'm not going to back out on you now." I squeeze his hand once, and release him, my fingertips tingling where we just touched. "Besides, you promised me some five-star meals. I'm not about to miss out on those."

He laughs and puts the car in gear. "Good to know what kind of things can tempt you, Chunhua. Food, wine… anything else on your list of irresistible temptations?"

I bite my tongue over the urge to reply, Billionaires. "You've got the main ones down," I say instead, and roll down my window to enjoy the spring breeze as we head out of the city toward the shore.

The drive is beautiful, all the more so because of all the glances I'm able to steal of Robin while he drives. With his focus on the road, I can enjoy drinking him in more than I'd usually dare. He's smiling, relaxed, and chatty as we go.

He tells me all about Shan—an old friend from college who's a partner at a huge law firm in Shanghai now. He tells me about the beach and the hotel. About how much he needs a break. "But you're the one who really deserves it," he adds, just before he bends forward to point through the windshield.

"How does she look?" My eyes widen as I take in the veritable castle we're driving up to. A patchwork of charming colonial architecture that looks as if it's been plucked straight from the hillsides of the Mediterranean basin, swathes of tropical jungles and pristine beaches.

We pull up to the main drive, and a valet opens the door for me, then offers a hand to help me out of the car.

Before I can lift a finger, another hotel valet has opened the trunk to remove our bags. "We'll bring these to your room, Mr. Wang," he says, already hustling inside.

I move to follow, but Robin stops me with one hand on my elbow. "I almost forgot." He draws a small box out of his pocket, and my heart does a painful skip in my c.h.e.s.t. Is that…?

"We have to make this convincing, don't we?" With a grin, he pops the lid and offers up one of the most beautiful diamonds I've ever seen.

I inhale sharply, mostly to try and keep my composure. It's a princess cut, with a white gold band. It's everything I ever imagined, and in my wildest dreams, my own wedding ring might look like it one day.

At least I can say I had it for a few days, I think, as Robin slides it onto my finger, his eyes on my face to gauge my reaction. I'm grinning like an idiot. I try to tamp it down, but there's no disguising this. "It's beautiful," I whisper.

He leans in to kiss my cheek, his lips lingering against my skin for the barest breath of a second. "Only the best for my wife." Then he presses a hand lightly against the small of my back to guide me forward, into the hotel. It takes me a second to remember how to walk. If this weekend didn't feel like a dream already, now it definitely does.

I suppress a shiver and cross the hotel lobby, trying my best not to look at the ring on my finger. Trying not to let myself fall for the lie. It's just a bet. One weekend. But damn, what a weekend it's going to be.