God I Hate that Man

Ashley:

He’s everything I HATE in a man! He’s arrogant, he’s shallow, he’s rude… why, he’s a living, breathing, walking male chauvinist jerk. That annoying misogynist actually turns up at my office and brazenly proceeds to insult my dress sense, and tell me he finds me unattractive, then proceeds to ask me to marry him!

I smile sweetly and tell him to go to hell. But then I have a change of heart. Is it because he has piercing blue eyes, jet-black silky hair that a woman can grab onto when things get hot, and is basically a hunk that must be washed down twice a day with a woman’s tongue.

No, no, none of that. I’m immune to such obvious charms. I don’t like men who think they can order me around just because they’re rich, and successful, and gorgeous. But I do need a little money, actually a whole lot of it so…

Sensibly, we agree to a marriage in name only, and only for as long as it takes for him to get what he wants. After all, we both hate each other’s guts.

Until the incident in his study happens. Unexpected, that was. We both acknowledge it was a mistake and promise not to do it again. Until it happens again. And again.

Oh dear, how was I to know chauvinist jerks can grow on you. So fast it makes your head spin.