“Shocked and stunned is more like it. If I knew spending ten minutes in heaven with you that night would end with me pregnant, I might have thought harder about it.”
My brows lift.
“I’m not going to argue about the heaven bit,” I mutter as I keep moving forward, giving her little choice but to keep backingup—until she hits the wall of the diner. “But ten minutes?” I shake my head. “I gave you a lot more than that.”
She screws up her nose as she pretends to recall that night.
I loom closer so our bodies are only inches apart.
“If you can’t remember correctly, I’ll have no choice but to remind you exactly how it went down.”
“Oh, I know you didn’t go down.ThatI would remember.”
Fire shoots through my veins at the thought of getting on my knees for this woman, throwing her legs over my shoulders and making her scream.
“Oh, sweetheart, that can certainly be arranged. You just say the word, and I’ll show you exactly what you missed out on.”
She keeps her expression neutral, but her pupils give her away. She wants it. And fuck, do I want to give it to her.
Would it complicate things? Hell, yes. But would I care, and would it stop me? Absolutely not.
“Believe you’re an overachiever in that department too, huh?”
“I don’t believe it. I know it,” I state confidently.
“You know, there is a very thin line between confidence and arrogance.”
“Trust me, I’m aware.”
My eyes hold hers, but the second her tongue sneaks out to wet her bottom lip, my gaze drops.
Goddamn, this woman has no idea how hot she is. She’s not even trying and I want her.
Wanting a woman for a second time is almost unheard of for me. It’s never as good the second time. It’s familiar and predictable. But with Bea, something tells me it would be anything but either of those things.
“Hailee thinks we should pretend to date,” I blurt.
Bea’s brows draw together, and as much as I know I should probably take a step back and let those words sink in, I can’t. The warmth of her body draws mine to hers.
We’re standing outside a diner where anyone could see us. For all we know, there could be a photo going up on the internet right now. Hell knows it would be a first for me to be caught taking a woman to breakfast. If they make it to sunrise with me, they’re usually being kicked out and embarking on a walk of shame from whatever hotel I’m staying in. I’m certainly never taking them out for food.
The story would go off like a wildfire. Hailee knows it, too. It’s exactly why she’s suggested this.
The question is, though, could I do it?
Or would I fail at even faking being in a relationship with a woman? Hell knows I don’t have the first fucking clue how to be in a relationship. And more to the point, why would she want to, anyway?
“She wants us to…pretend? Why?”
Finally, I release her hand, in favor of rubbing the back of my neck, and take a step back. I don’t know why I said that. Now isn’t the time to talk about it.
“She…she wants me to clean up my act, and she thinks that if we make it look like we’re together, then I’ll come across in a better light and there’s less chance I’ll get traded again.”
I swear fear flickers through her eyes.
“You’re going to get traded?”
“I don’t want to. But apparently, our GM and owner are fed up with my behavior.”
