“Do you want to fuck right now?” he murmurs. He grabs my hand and places it against his hardening cock. “You feel that? I’m fucking ready to go, Katherine. I’m ready to fuck you hard and fast. I’m ready to fuck you so that everyone in the restaurant hears you screaming. If we really want to tell and show Raquel that I’m yours, then—” I grab his hand and pull it away from mine, looking up at him.
“Jack,” I say with a warm smile, “what you didn’t know about me is that I am an Oscar-worthy actress.” I lick my lips slowly. “You and I are not going to fuck tonight. We’re not going to fuck tomorrow night. We’re never going to fuck. I am doing the job you paid me for.”
“I don’t think I paid you for anything.”
“Well, you know what I mean. You pay my work salary, and I figured this is part of my job.”
He chuckles. “You totally want me, don’t you? You’re not that good an actress, hun. Trust me. I know.”
I laugh lightly, even though my heart is racing. “This was all an act, Jack. I’m just trying to help you, because Raquel is a bitch and rude, and well—to be quite honest—I don’t really care who you date. But tonight, I’m going to pretend that I do.”
He smiles. “Whatever you say, darling. Keep on acting, cos you’re very convincing.”
I swallow hard at his words because the way I feel right now is not an act, and there’s no way I want him to know that.
Chapter Twelve
Jack
“Am I dreaming, or did tonight really happen?” I mumble to myself sleepily. I’ve been lying naked in my bed for about an hour, and I still can’t stop thinking about the evening. Katherine had played her role to the max, and she definitely had me questioning whether or not it had been a good idea to have her pretend to be my girlfriend. Overall she’d made the night extremely enjoyable, even if it had also been filled with a lot of sexual tension. Raquel had texted me that she never wanted to hear from me again, and I hadn’t bothered responding because that had been the ultimate goal of the entire charade. I think about calling Katherine to thank her for the evening when my phone beeps. My heart thuds hoping it’s Katherine calling me, but that’s just wishful thinking.
I look down and see that Zac is calling me. I’m not sure what he wants and I don’t really want to talk to him right now, but I always try to answer when my brother calls; even if he does annoy the shit out of me most of the time.
“Hey, bro. What’s going on? It’s almost midnight.” I yawn loudly to stress my point.
“Don’t tell me you’re in bed already. Loser.”
“Funny, Zac. I am in bed because I actually have to work tomorrow.”
“Bro, tomorrow is still the weekend.”
“And as you would know if you worked as hard as I did, weekend days are still working days.”
“I get it. I get it. You’re Jack Heathcliff: the number one son, the number one businessman, the number one?—”
“What is it, Zac?” I say, cutting him off, not in the mood to hear his jealous whining. “Did you just call to mimic me and tease me, or did you actually have something you wanted to ask?”
“Actually, I did.” His voice changes. He sounds playful, and I am immediately suspicious.
“And what’s your question? If you’re asking for more money for the bar then that’s going to be a no. I’ve already put in as much as I’m going to, and I thought you were meant to be opening in a week.”
“No, that’s not what I’m calling about.” His voice softens and suddenly it has a dreamlike quality. “I was just sitting here thinking and okay, I guess this might surprise you.”
“Zac, you are fast annoying me. What were you thinking about?”
“So, to be quite honest, I was thinking about Katherine.”
“Katherine?” I say, pretending like I’m not sure who he’s talking about.
“Yeah. My ex. The woman who works in your office.”
“Oh yeah. What about her?”
“Well, she was looking really good.”
“You mentioned that when you saw her.” I’m trying hard to hide my annoyance.
“Do you happen to know what her relationship status is?”
