The Billionaire's Hired Girlfriend

Chapter 12

Alexandra had the most horrible headache ever. She flashed her eyes open and rubbed her temple, swearing silently. The bright sunlight didn't help either. She squinted and gritted her teeth.

"Good afternoon, sleepy head."

She snapped her eyes open, wondering who was in the room with her. She licked her lips and turned to look behind her. Jayden was standing just at the end of the bed, hands in the pockets of his trousers. His white shirt was unbuttoned halfway, showing off his muscular chest.

Oh my God! He was so handsome—just like a devilishly hot Calvin Klein model. She had no doubt he was wearing Calvin Klein anyway. Then she wondered why Jay asked her to be his fake girlfriend when he could have chosen someone prettier—someone like Mary St. Clair. But then again, Jay was gay. Because he wasn't interested in women, he wouldn't know which was hot, which was pretty, and which was plain like her. That explained why he wasn't affected by Mary's famous charm. God made him a perfect creature, but—

She shook her head and told herself to stop thinking stupid things.

Jayden chuckled and moved onto the bed. He came to sit beside her. "What's wrong?"

Alex touched her temple again and frowned. "I've got the most horrible headache."

Jay moved closer and peered into her eyes. "You poor thing." Then he stroked her forehead gently, rubbing her skin so it would ease the tension within her. "You need some aspirin."

"I don't want any aspirin, thank you," she said, her heart starting to do a hard-out disco dance. She could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her insides were exploding with hot, thrilling sensations. This wasn't good. She couldn't believe she was excited that a gay guy was paying her attention. How twisted was that!

"Why not? You'll feel better after some."

"Because I hate aspirin. I hate any pills. I hate swallowing them. I can't swallow them properly, and they taste bitter."

Jay chuckled. Then when he saw her seriousness, he stopped. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, now cupping her face so she would look up at him.

Alex nibbled her lip, her headache now forgotten. "Yeah, why?"

"Your face is red. I know you look flushed when you're tired."

Alex was staring at his sensuous lips as he was speaking. What is he talking about? Why am I staring at his lips?

Jayden laughed. "You poor thing. You can't even think straight. You're not even listening to me."

That got her attention. She glanced up to his eyes and saw the mirth there. He was making fun of her. Stupid. Hot. Gay man!

She brushed his hands away and shifted out of bed. "Where am I? Are we at your house?"

Jay made himself comfortable on the bed. "You're in our bedroom."

Alex missed the word "our." She simply nodded and wondered where the bathroom was.

"There." Jayden pointed to a door to the left.

"Thanks," she said and rushed in.

Jay waited, and a moment later, she came back out. "I need my things. Where are they?"

"Hold on." He got off the bed, opened the giant walk-in wardrobe, and grabbed her luggage.

Alex widened her eyes at the array of men's clothing in there, all neatly arranged. Very expensive-looking clothing.

Jay put her bag on the bed. "There you go. I'll go down and find you that aspirin."

"Jay, those clothes, whose are they?" she asked, pointing to the wardrobe.