She whispers, almost making it impossible for me to hear her, “I’m in the restroom.”
“Why?” I ask, nodding to a group of girls who walk by and giggle at the sight of me.
“I’m hiding. I didn’t want to be in there by myself. You know how crazy it is?”
“Yeah, I’m looking at all the crazies,” I muse, glancing around at everyone. “Well, I’m here now. Come out.”
“Can you come to the door? I’m scared of walking through that crowd all alone.” Her voice softens, almost like she’s afraid I’ll say no.
I’m quickly realizing it’s going to be severely hard to say no to this girl.
“I’m on my way now,” I say, pushing through the crowd and getting glares in response. “Outside the door,” I tell her once I reach the ladies’ restroom door.
Hanging up the line before she can answer, I lean against the wall opposite of the door and wait for the woman of the hour to walk through. Long, tan legs are the first thing I see as she emerges from the restroom. My eyes drag all the way up her body as I openly appreciate the short, sparkly silver dress she’s wearing.
A dress other men are going to look at her in. I know she’s my fake girlfriend, but our relationship being fake doesn’t make her any lessmine. Every single man in this fucking club will come to understand that.
“Glad to see you’re able to make yourself look decent,” she says when my eyes meet hers.
Stepping closer to where she stands nervously in this dark hallway, I take my glasses off and place them on the bridge of her nose.
She squints while her mouth drops open. “What on earth are you doing? God, you’re so blind.” She blinks rapidly into the lenses in pain.
“You obviously need glasses,” I say, pushing them further up her nose, making her slap my wrist in response.
She crosses her arms across her chest, making her drop-dead perfect boobs rise. “I have amazing vision. Thank you very much.”
“Then, you must be delusional because, honey, this is one of a kind.” I gesture to myself and smirk over her stunned face.
“I understand your denial because if I looked like you, I would be depressed too.”
Grabbing my lenses off her face, she puts them back on my nose. My body tenses when she places a hand on my chest and leans in dangerously close.
“Hey, at least these will sit on your face.” Stepping back and dragging her hand down my chest, creating a path of heat from her touch, she turns with a smirk on her glossy lips.
The mouth this girl has.
Following her down the hallway and trying to get my not-so-appropriate thoughts out of my head, I grab her hand in mine when we meet the crowd. It’s like she puts a magic spell on the crowd because as she comes into everyone’s vision, they turn and can’t stray their gazes away from her.
They drool over her, dance just for her …
And I’m not having any of this shit. I don’t like sharing anything even if it’s my rival I’m being forced to fake date. I promised her I’d be civil with her, and if I promise something, I always follow through with it.
She’s going to learn that quickly.
I yank her body into my side sharply, and she lets out a yelp, shocked, and steadies herself by grabbing my biceps. Her parted mouth is so close to mine as her innocent eyes connect with my dangerous gaze.
“I know what we are is fake, but for my sake, don’t pay attention to every man in this room who’s worshipping your beautiful body. Eyes only on me, honey.”
Since when am I calling herhoney?
The only response I get from Amelia is a tight smile.
She leans in close to my ear, and her lips brush my skin as her velvet voice whispers, “I’m glad to know you’re intimidated by all the good-looking men in here.” Squeezing my arm, she smiles.
My arms fall to my sides as my mouth parts, and her hips sway as she walks away from me sassily. No one has ever made me this speechless before. I think I’m losing it. Why can’t I open my mouth and say something?
“Come on, Miller!” she yells over the music, extending her arm to me while shaking her hips.
