I shove the thought aside because immediately my cock responds, and while I would love nothing more than to press Prince Charming’s buttons and find new ways to make his cheeks blush, we have work to do.
But I also can’t resist taunting him, just a little bit. It’s not very often I meet a man who can challenge my self-control.
So I grasp his jaw carefully, tilting his head up so he has to look at me. I hold him, not harshly, but with stern force so he can’t move. There’s nowhere to look but at me.
Into my steady gaze.
“Anything for you, Cinderella.” I smirk. “Go easy on the horses, though. They used to be mice.”
Jacob laughs, shaking his head as I let him go. I can’t help but laugh, too, as I round the BMW and head for the driver’s side.
“Feel free to put on whatever you want,” I say as I turn the car on. I glance at him, noting how perfect he looks right now. Thesun lighting him up through the window, his piercing blue eyes catching my steady gaze. Those perfect, pouty lips.
Lips I’ll know what it’s like to kiss, soon enough.I know it’s coming, though I don’t know when.
Technically, I could kiss him right here. Right now. Something tells me with the way he’s looking at me that he wouldn’t object. But I also know I’m not the one calling the shots here. Yes, I hired him, but he’s the professional here. I’m following his lead. Especially if I want this illusion to hold up.
Jacob looks at me curiously. “What kind of music does Prince Charming listen to?” he asks.
I twist my lips. “Anything but country,” I say with a laugh as we pull out onto the road.
“Noted,” he says as he starts clicking through the stations, until he settles on one playing some pop song I don’t know. The singer croons on about driving in a sports car in between what sounds like a heart attack. I shake my head.
“What’s wrong? Not a fan of Tate?” Jacob asks, and I can hear the humor in his voice. The taunting.
“I mean, she kinda sounds like she needs a hit of oxygen,” I say honestly. Jacob laughs.
“You’re not wrong, but—” Jacob chuckles and the sound is smooth like silk. “I think that’s part of the appeal.”
I pull up to a red light, stealing a glance at him.
“Maybe to the oxygen-deprived,” I say with a smirk.
Jacob leans forward and changes the station. I watch as his fingers gently move the dial. The music filters through, until he settles on a song I do know because Chris’s little sister, Lola, isobsessedwith Taylor Swift.
I glance at Jacob as I dramatically serenade him and repeat Taylor’s words about knowing a guy is trouble when he walks in the room.
I don’t miss the wide-eyed expression or Jacob’s mouth as it falls open.
“What, not a fan of Taylor?” I taunt. He shakes his head, seemingly at a loss for words, but he doesn’t change the station.
“That depends,” he says, shaking his head, that smooth, warm voice returning. “Is Prince Charming a fan of Taylor?”
I twist my lips, thinking about the question. I know what he’s doing, trying to add up all the little details to create what he thinks he’s supposed to be for me. I appreciate it, and while I do want him to be perfect—perfect enough that he’s believable to be my boyfriend for the evening, anyway—part of me is intrigued byhim.I want to know about Jacob, not just the Prince Charming.
“What about you?” I ask, turning the corner and heading down the street to Callahan’s.
“What about me?”
“What doyoulike?” I ask as I slow on the brake. Jacob is quiet for a moment.
“You can be honest, you know. I know we’re playing a game here, and we have our roles. I know the rules,” I tell him as I pull into a space on the side of the street, in front of the restaurant. He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel his gaze on me. I lick my lips once the car is parked, and turn to look at him.
“But you don’t have to be Prince Charming when it’s just the two of us.” I lean closer, noting the way his bright blue eyes fall to my lips for a fraction of a second. I make no move to hide the way my own gaze falls to his perfect mouth before I meet his eyes.
“You want me to be comfortable, right?” I ask, my voice somehow darker than I mean it to be.
Jacob nods, swallowing before he speaks, his voice deep and wistful. “Yes. Of course, I want you to be comfortable.”
