“Thank you…” Arvil murmured, opening a drawer and taking out a notepad. He quickly scribbled down what he needed to before he set it aside. “So, love, tell me about yourself.”
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"You don't have to call me pet names when we aren't in public, you know. If we're the only ones here, you don't have to call me those," Daisy reminded him before taking a sip of water. "As for me… I grew up with two famous doctors, so life was never bland. I was spoiled, and I have no idea how I managed to not be a stuck up snob. I didn't have many friends in school, just a few very close ones. I was that weird kid who always had a notebook in her hands and a pen in her hair. I graduated from the state college with a bachelors degree in journalism and a minor in creative writing. And now I work as a journalist."
“No offense, but you do give the impression of a stuck-up snob,” Arvil provided with a joking smile. “But good thing you aren’t. I prefer dating women who don’t like flaunting money.”
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Daisy crinkled her nose at his teasing. “Wonderful. I’m so glad my personality works for you,” she said dryly.
Arvil got up from his seat and walked over to a shelf, taking out a file and going through the papers.
“It definitely does,” Arvil agreed a bit absently. “It’s entertaining. You don’t have work, do you?”
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“I have a report due later, but I’m slammer finished with it. Why do you ask?” Daisy questioned, taking another bite of food.
“In case you needed to leave and I was holding you back,” Arvil answered, flipping a page on his file. “I have a meeting in half an hour.”
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“Ah, I see. I’m almost finished, I’ll leave when I am,” Daisy said, tossing another fry into her mouth.
Arvil blinked as if he remembered something. His eyes fell on his uneaten food and he shook his head.
"All right," he walked back to his chair and set the report on the desk. He picked up his food and took a bite. "There isn't anything else we need to talk about for our situation, is it?"
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Daisy sighed and glanced away in thought. “I don’t think so… I mean, I guess we should maybe have an estimate for a wedding date Incase we’re asked. Make it seem like we’re actually trying to get married.”
Arvil nodded in acknowledgment. “Spring wedding, or fall? What date would you prefer? We should also pretend to search for wedding dresses.”
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“We could do winter just to be weird,” Daisy joked with a chuckle. “A winter wedding with a white dress of lace and fur…”
“A winter wedding?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “We could have that, but I’m pretty sure a honeymoon during winter can be a pain in the back.”
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Daisy hummed and turned her gaze back to him, raising her eyebrows in question. “Why would that be? We could go someplace warm, like the Bahamas. People won’t be spending their summer vacations there that way.”
“Yeah, but storms can delay plane rides,” Arvil reminded her, returning her stare with one of his own. “But the Bahamas does sound fun, actually.”
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“Storms don’t always delay flights, though. Plus, we could reschedule, I’m sure. Refunds do exist, you know,” Daisy reminded him before taking another bite of her burger.
“Fair enough,” Arvil nodded, swallowing a French fry he was chewing. “So we’re fixed on a winter wedding? And the Bahamas for the honeymoon?”
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“That sounds like a good plan to me,” Daisy said, nodding in agreement. “Not December because of the holidays, and probably not January… Maybe February? Middle of the month?”
“That sounds much better,” Arvil nodded in approval. “Fifteenth of February, maybe? We could always make sure there isn’t a storm. Are we having an inside wedding or an outside one?”
Arvil noticed how they began talking like they were actually going to get married, but he wasn’t going to put a stop to it. He was rather enjoying the conversation.
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“We would probably have an indoor wedding with outdoor pictures,” Daisy murmured around a bite of her food. “A church near the woods, maybe. Or a park near them.”
“Do you want it to be a simple one?” Arvil took a drink of his water, “I wouldn’t mind if it was extravagant. Long as it’s successful, that is.”
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“Not necessarily simple, but not extravagant either. Somewhere in between,” Daisy mused, her gaze drifting and making her look as if she was really actually far away and not in the room with Arvil. She had always wanted a winter wedding, and the planning of this fake one would be what she always wanted.
“Well, you can tell me how you want it to be,” Arvil shrugged indifferently, but he was curious about what Daisy was thinking. “I’ll arrange for it. Don’t bother with the expenses.”
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“My parents would insist on paying for part of it. At least for the dress. And I wasn’t worried about the cost of our fake wedding,” Daisy assured him, the emphasis made to remind him of the fact.
“We’ll need to get things started to get them to believe we’re getting married,” Arvil reminded her. Just before he could continue, the door opened and Arvil’s assistant stepped inside.
His gaze flickered towards Daisy before he turned back towards his employer.
“The meeting,” he reminded him. “The board directors are already here.”
“Well, let me just walk my fiancée out,” Arvil smiled at his assistant, who rolled his eyes.
“You purposefully like to rile them up,” Arvil grinned at that. “Continue and I’m afraid I won’t arrange a funeral for you.”
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Daisy set the last of her food in the bag and picked it up as she stood. At least she had eaten enough before getting kicked out.
"I'm sure I could find my way out on my own. You don't have to walk me," she murmured to Arvil, her voice soft like she was saying it in love.
Noah snorted as he sorted through the file in his hands. “Please don’t bother pretending to be in love with each other,” he muttered. “I already know.”
Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “Ah, of course you do.”
“Did you honestly really think I wouldn’t?” Noah sounded insulted, but it was hard to tell. “As your assistant, it’s my duty to know everything that might jeopardize the company.”
“I always thought it was because you just couldn’t get enough of my handsomeness,” Arvil grinned. Noah sighed. “Well, you can walk her out, then.”
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Daisy raised her eyebrows at Noah’s words. He knew? How did he know? Were they really that obvious?
“I can walk myself out, thank you. No need for one of you to walk me out,” she repeated herself. “Unless I can have a tour?”
Arvil wasn't surprised about Noah's knowledge of their fake engagement. He was there when Arvil was talking to Daisy for the first time. That, and the man was extremely good at keeping an eye out on Arvil, especially because of his notorious nature. However, Noah was loyal to him. He worked for Arvil, not for his father. Therefore, their secret was safe.
"I'm afraid a tour isn't possible," Arvil answered, taking the report from Noah and going over it himself, dropping the pretense. "Noah joins me during meetings. Perhaps next time."
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Daisy clicked her tongue but nodded submissively. "That's all right. I'll just head out now, then. I'll see you sometime, Arvil."
