Cracking open one eye, I peer at him. “What’s in it for you?”
Blake shrugs, retracting his hand. “Nothing. I’m just helping out a friend.”
“We’re friends now, are we? I didn’t knowfriendswere people who have seen each other naked and slept together?”
Blake narrows his eyes at me. “What would you like me to call you then?”
“If I agree… thengirlfriendmakes the most sense, don’t you think?”
It’s Blake’s turn to choke.
Good.
I want him to be just as surprised and as dumbfounded as I am; that way we’re both on the same page.
Chapter 14
Blake
Calla Becker makes me feel like I’m going insane.
She has my insides twisting up, my heart skipping a beat and my mouth opening before I’ve even realised what I’m saying.
Shit.
I wasn’t even aware of what I’d said before it was too late.
Too late to take it back or pretend I hadn’t agreed to being Calla’s fake boyfriend in order to get Thomas fucking McAvoy away from her.
Not that she’d even asked, or that Iwantedto take back my offer.
I didn’t
I don’t.
I just… she caught me off guard, is all.
Showing up at my apartment, unexpectedly. Flirting with me. Smiling. Spinning around to showcase her tight little body wrapped up in even tighter active wear. Even worse when I know exactly what she looks like underneath herclothes; big tits, curvy hips and the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
Meeting Calla Becker wasn’t a part of my plan, in fact, it feels like I haven’t had a moment’s reprievesinceI met her. But now I can’t seem toseemy plan without her in it. Even if it is only a short time, while we play pretend, and that’sifshe says yes.
Any time with Calla that I can get, I’ll take it, because there’s just something about her.
Something that has my heart pounding and the treadmill of thoughts in my brain quieting down.
Something that has my lips curving up in a permanent smile, cheeks aching.
Something that has me wanting to step out of my familiar comfort zone, to reach out and match Calla’s crazy.
What the hell is happening to me?
“Okay.”
“Hm?” I blink against the full force of Calla’s stare. God, she’s a knockout. No makeup, baby hairs sticking to her temples, the column of her throat working on a swallow.
I have to clench my jaw to resist leaning over and sinking my teeth into the soft flesh there.
“Okay,” she repeats. “If you wanna play pretend, Blake, then let’s play pretend.”
