Seychelles didn't know what to expect; anger, surprise, contempt, scorn, vehemence... anything, but this. Alfonso had a look of satisfaction on his face. For some reason he was happy; happy!
She scowled. "Why aren't you angry?"
Now he chose to look surprised. "Am I supposed to be?"
"Well I, I-"
He cut her off. "So you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? Why?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, if you want me to help you, I think it is." He folded his arms, fixing his hard, unrelenting gaze on her.
"My father wants to set me up with some turd, actually he wants us to get hitched. So I decided to lie to him and..." she trailed off.
"My name was the first you could come up with,” he finished with a smug smile.
More like the only one that was on my mind, she thought to hersel
