Chapter 33

Amaya shook her head.

Why a man like him with charm to spare would choose her for his insane idea had been bothering her since he'd first laid out his outrageous proposal.

"Surely the great Chase Johnson would have a slew of babes waiting to tie you down?"

His eyes sparkled as she hated her choice of words and raced on. "I mean, why me specifically? What do I have to offer?"

Chase smiled and asked, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Yes."

"For the fact that we have history, and I know that you aren't after my money; otherwise, from what happened six years ago, you can trick me into—"

"Why on earth would you bring up such an incident again? We already made a deal to never talk about it, remember?"

"I'm just stating a fact—I'm just answering your question. The obvious one." Chase bit her lips and looked at her.

Amaya's breath hitched at the clear intent in his loaded stare, and she took a step back. "The obvious one is that I don't want to—"

"Are we going to argue again about this