“So maybe we should practice? That way if someone suspects something and we have to put on a show, it looks realistic.”
I can’t help but smile at him. He smiles back. I really want him to kiss me again. Is it possible he wants it too? I think I like kissing him more than I like drinking, and that says a lot. I clear my throat. “I mean, if you think it would help things?” I don’t want to seem too eager, so I shrug like I don’t care one way or another.
“Do you? Think it would help?” He brushes a stray piece of hair from my lips and his touch creates goosebumps in its wake.
There’s a tap on my window. It startles me and I jump. It’s Bella.
“Sebastian do you have a second? Can we talk?”
He sighs. “No time like the present. But only if you want to.” His eyes are soft and his lips glisten as he licks them.
“As long as you know this is only for Bella’s sake. Nothing more.”
“Why else would we ever have to kiss? Nothing real here,” he says, motioning back and forth between us. His words say one thing, but his eyes say another. I take advantage of the moment and do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since I saw him again.
I lean across the car and press my lips to his. He kisses me back. This time it’s immediate. I thread my fingers in his hair. He pulls me closer to him. My toes curl as he moans lightly into my mouth.
“Oh, come on!” Bella shouts.
Michael was right. Sebastian does everything well. He runs his tongue over mine and I gently suck on it, pulling him in deeper. He leans into me and groans lightly. I wonder if I’m doing to him what he’s doing to me.
When I consider jumping over the seat to straddle him, I somehow manage to come to my senses. “I think she’s gone.”
Sebastian opens his eyes and tilts his head around mine. “Yes. She is.”
I straighten my shirt and lean back into my seat. “How did I do?”
He pauses for a moment and stares at me. It’s as if he’s trying to read me, so I’m quick to give him a blank, expressionless piece of paper.
“Faking wanting me? You did great. I think she bought it.”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and I can’t help but wonder if I made him hard. As soon as I start to picture him naked in my head, I blush. Oh, fuck no. This has gone too far. I jump out of the car. “Okay then thanks! Good job.” I give him a thumbs-up as I close his door. He leans down to look at me through his closed window, and he’s smiling like the cocky bastard he usually is. Did I just write on my own blank piece of paper? Does he think he knows something now? Shit.
“I gotta go. So… bye!” I pivot and run up the stairs. Dammit. Epic fail. What am I doing? How did I end up kissing him again? He’s not even my type.Get a grip, Natalia. You are not that girl!But just maybe, Sebastian Corronov makes me want to be.
If you feel it, are you really pretending?
I’m convinced I’m losing my mind. I wake up early to do my make-up and fix my hair before work. I spend way too much time picking out a blouse to go with my new skirt from the Nordstrom sale I went to with McKinnze. That girl can shop! Even Cherese comments how nice I look when she drives me to work.
But the person I’m trying to impress is nowhere to be found. I tried walking back and forth several times outside the orchestra meeting, hoping I’d see him, but I didn’t. I check and recheck my phone and there’s not a single text. I wonder what he’s thinking about our kiss and it’s driving me crazy. Why hasn’t he tried to reach me? Is my phone broken?
After lunch, I can’t take it anymore. Right after I text him and ask if everything is okay, I instantly regret it.
He replies immediately.
Bash:Yes, everything is fine. Do you need me?
Do I need him? I slouch into my desk chair and wish I could take my stupid text back. He obviously wasn’t thinking about me or he would have texted me first. This is fake, Talia. You need to correct this immediately.
Me:Oh, sorry, crazy day. I meant to text that to someone else. No, I don’t need you.
I roll my eyes at myself. What I need is sex. I need his tongue in my mouth and his manicured fingers in my pussy. Crap! I’m using my shower wand when I get home tonight.
He doesn’t respond to my declared mistake and I stare at my phone for a few minutes, hoping to see bubbles. Nothing. I slap my face a few times and re-focus on the papers on my desk. The Gala is a week away and I have work coming out of my pores. I’m being dumb. This is totally out of character for me.
“I have those numbers for you,” Amy says as she walks through the door to my office. “You okay?”
Placing my head in my hands, I mumble, “Yeah. I’m just stressed.”
