“Okay, so does the rest of the group know?” I asked.
“I’m assuming he’s told Olivia by now, so it won’t take long for them all to know what’s going on.”
“So this is really happening,” I stated.
“Yep.” He stood. “I have practice in the morning, but do you want me to come pick you up so we can head to Kinesiology together?”
Tomorrow was the day. The day when all of this pretend stuff got real. We were going to be under a microscope, everyone wanting to see if Slate really had settled down and had a girlfriend. They’d be looking at me, trying to figure out what was so special about me to finally snag Waterford’s most eligible bachelor.
Hopefully after a few days, our couple status would be old news and we could coast through the rest of our fake relationship.
One could hope, at least.
“Um, sure.”
One side of his mouth quirked up. “Don’t sound too excited.”
I let out a small laugh as he started to walk toward my door.
Suddenly, I remembered something I’d been meaning to talk to him about when it came to our fake relationship. “Wait, before you go,” I said, causing him to turn around. “We haven’t talked about your…sexual needs or habits or whatever you want to call that area of your life.”
He fought to hide his smile. “And what about my sexual needs or whatever do you want to talk about?”
“Well.” I picked up one of my pillows and hugged it to my chest, hoping to hide how uncomfortable I was about this topic. “Are you planning on refraining from sleeping around while we are together? Or…” I didn’t really know how to finish that statement. I hated the idea of him keeping up his one-night stands, but I didn’t know how deep-seated this lifestyle of his was.
“Are you wondering if I am going to be fake-cheating on you?” he asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes?”
He walked back to the bed and sat down next to me. “Isla, I will in no way ever fake-cheat on you. I don’tneedto have sex, Ichooseto have sex. And I’m choosing not to have sex as long as you want to keep up this fake relationship.”
An immense amount of relief washed over me. I had no idea how good him telling me that would make me feel. “Okay, good.”
“Unless you want to have fake real sex in our fake relationship, I’d be open to that,” he smirked.
I pushed his shoulder in an attempt to push him off the bed. “Okay, time for you to go.”
He laughed and walked back to the door, but before unlocking it, he turned back around. “I can’t go out there looking the same as when I came in.”
I looked at him quizzically. “Why not?”
“Because I’m Slate Donahue, a.k.a. Sex God.”
My brows rose. “Oookay, wow. We need to knock your ego down a few pegs.”
He gave me a devilish grin as he walked back to me. “You’re the one who called me that.”
That was true.
Dang it, why had I told him that? Not that it was a secret around here, but still.
He walked slowly toward me with a predatory look in his eye, looking at me like I was his prey.
“Oh, no, what are you up to?” I slowly inched my way away from him until my back hit the headboard.
“Weare going to give Harper a show. Consider this our first acting gig.” His wicked grin still in place. He climbed toward me, taking his time to make his way to me.
My heart rate felt like it had doubled in speed. “No. No, no, no, double no. I didnotsign up to pretend to have sex with you.”
