We each took a long swig, not breaking our eye contact. The gift in my pocket now weighed ten pounds. My voice resembled a primitive caveman’s rather than my normal tone. “I bought you a present.”
“What?” Her mouth curved up, her perfect white teeth on display. “I love gifts!”
“Yeah. I know. I saw it and thought of you. You might not like it. Well, maybe you will. I don’t know.” She bit down on her lips, fighting a smile as I stumbled over my words. I chose to stop talking then and there. I handed her the small package and watched as she opened it with a wild expression in her eyes.Buy her presents all the time if she smiles like that.
“Is it a necklace?” she whispered, twisting the gold chain in her fingers. “What does it say?”
Suddenly, I broke out in a sweat. It was a terrible idea. The worst. I tried to take it out of her hands, but she was too quick. “Is it your name?”
I nodded. “You heard Kenzie at brunch about what girls wear now. Girls should wear their guy’s name around their neck. It’s a message, you know? I figured it would be perfect for our ruse.”
Her eyes dimmed, slightly, before she nodded. “Yes. The ruse.”
“I can return it. Here, it’s stupid.” I tried taking it from her again, but she shook her head.
“No.” She pursed her lips and stood. She sat on the edge of my side of the booth and put her back to me. She lifted her hair and exposed the nape of her creamy neck. I gulped. “Help me put it on.”
She handed me the necklace and I let it fall against her skin. The clasps were so damn small it took me three tries before they latched. “There.”
She turned around and puffed her chest out. “How does it look?”
I fisted my hand. It looked incredible.Good lord.My name fell right above her delicious-looking tits and something fluttered in my stomach. “Good.”
She lifted the edge of her thin black shirt and tugged down, the result showing more of her porcelain skin above her chest. I clenched my fist. “Are you wearing anythingunderthat?”
Her eyes flashed at me. “No.”
I stared at the front of her tight shirt and, soon enough, the peaks of her taut rosy nipples showed and I slammed my eyes shut. My anger at her made no sense. She could wear whatever she wanted. She wore shit like that all the time. Now? I wanted to cover her up in a goddamn parka.
“Aaron, what’s the problem?” Her voice had the perfect amount of trepidation, as if she knew the littlest thing would send me over the edge. I opened my eyes and pointed to her chest.
“I can see the outline of your nipples. If I can, then that means anyone can,Greta.” I sneered her name, hating myself.
She glanced down, saw what I was referring to and shrugged. “Who the fuck cares? Free the nip is a very real thing.”
“I don’t like the fact others can gawk at you.” I closed my hand tighter around the bottle.
She assessed me with her clever eyes. Lips pursed, not unlike the blogger, but hers were the right color, the perfect size. “Are you jealous?”
“Fuck yeah.” I laughed like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Fake or not, I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”
“Am Iyours, Aaron?” Her eyes clouded, briefly, before staring back at me.
“For three more months, every part of you, yes.”
“Fair enough.” She gulped and her throat moved with the motion, “I didn’t realize you knew how to be jealous, Ronnie.”
“I’m assuming that’s what this is. I’m not sure.” I ran my finger over the crack in the table. “Do you want people to see your tits?”
“Aaron!” she gasped, a red tint to her cheeks not coming from a blush. “What kind of question is that?”
“An honest one.” I leaned forward, studying her. “Am I not satisfying you sexually? I thought your five orgasms this weekend were sufficient.”
She laughed. The echo of it rang across the bar and a handful of people looked over at us. She mirrored my pose and positioned herself inches away from me. “I like looking good. It’s not for anyone butme. Ruse or not, no one is changing that. So, get that through your obnoxiously large head.” She paused, licking her lips, tantalizing me. “Now that I know this drives you crazy.” She ran her fingers over the outline, my dick straining to be inside her. “I feel like I’m going to be going braless for a while now.”
I grunted. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I know.” She ran her fingers up and down the bottle, the motion not unlike stroking a cock. “I guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself.”
