Have I mentioned that isn’t my usual style – spontaneity, impulsivity, spur-of-the-moment?
But the idea doesn’t seem as daunting with Calla by my side.
“We’ll have to post each other on social media. Just a few pictures here and there. We don’t need to go overboard.”
Of course. Because pretending to be dating simply to get another man away from Callaisn’toverboard.
But who am I to say no? In fact, I’m the idiot who brought it up in the first place and now look what’s happening.
“We should check in with each other once a week.”
“Good idea,” Calla agrees with a pat to my knee. “Make sure we’re both still on the same page. When should our first date be?”
“This weekend?” I suggest. “Friday?”
“Works for me.” Calla rises to her full height, peering down at me. “I have to get going. Big work presentation tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep, but call me, okay?”
I hardly get a word in edgeways before Calla is pressing her smooth lips to mine. A satisfied groan escapes me, my hands coming up to tangle in her hair, keeping her close by. Sliding the tip of my tongue against the seam of her lips, I dive inside when Calla parts her mouth on a whimper, tilting her head to the left to allow me to deepen our kiss. I take my chance; devouring Calla until she pulls back, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.
“You’re entirely too good at that.”
I furrow my brow. “Thanks?”
“You’re welcome.” Calla smacks her lips together loudly. “See you.”
I turn my head to watch her flounce out of the door, before I exhale shakily, leaning my forearms on my knees and catching my head in my hands.
What the fuck have I done?
Buzz!
Unknown: It’s me. Calla. I got your number from the paperwork you sent in. Be a doll and save my number in your phone, won’t you? X
Me: Aren’t those papers I sent in supposed to be confidential? X
Calla: Maybe ;) but how else was I supposed to find your address? X
Me: Stalker much ?? lol x
Calla: that’s me see you Fridayx
I throw my phone off to the side, probably to be eaten by the sofa cushions, and head into the kitchen.
If there’s any reason to drink another cold beer on a school night, it’s this, because somehow, I’ve found myself pretending to be the boyfriend to a woman I’ve slept with twice. Not to mention the fact that I’m still attracted to her,andshe willingly wants to sleep with me again to ensure our chemistry is believable.
Whatever the fuck that means…
“Run me through it once more.”
Knocking past the rest of my protein shake, tasting sweet strawberries on my tongue, I run through Calla and I’s plan for the third time, keeping my voice low so the rest of the gym doesn’t accidentally overhear.
It’s been three days since Calla waltzed into my apartment.
Three days of my overactive mind keeping me both awake and distracted; running through everything I said, exhausting me, until I can hardly sleep. After another night of tossing and turning, the sheet sticking to my sweat coated skin, I shot a text to my brothers asking to meet at the gym. Maybe getting everything off my chest, not to mention a particularly gruelling session on the treadmill, will finally clear my head.
My brother, Grey, squints at nothing in particular in the distance while I talk, leaving Hudson, my youngest brother, to stare at me outright, his jaw hanging open.
“And you’ve agreed?” he asks, brows raised.
