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She’s this little blonde thing with perfectly styled hair, floral attire, and matching pink nails that she keeps looking at as if they are the most treasured things she’s ever possessed.
The perfect housewife.
But not hostess because, when she asked us if we were tired and I replied yes, she still insisted on giving me a grand tour.
All I can say is that Liv tried to save me from it, but failed epically.
The best part about the place was the mountains. But I was still shown the open entertainment space with couches, a large TV over a real log fireplace, and the fully stocked kitchen. There’s a game room on the first floor where Emily said to get my competitive juices flowing because her kids were serious about pool and shuffleboard.
Not that I give a shit.
When we were finally able to get to our shared bedroom on the second floor, a large king-sized bed with a wooden bedframe and a great view of the mountains, Emily finally fucked off so I could get a moment of peace.
Sorta.
“Did you want to unpack your stuff and I can get you something to eat?”
“No, I’m good,” I reply, looking over the sun setting over the tree line. “But food sounds great.”
“How about we go into town? Mom will get pissed, but it’ll get us out of the house and she’ll be asleep by the time we get back.”
“You want to bail already?” I glimpse over my shoulder to find her standing there with her hands folded, looking absolutely perfect.
She’s in tight baby blue jeans that hug her thighs and—although I’m a tits guy—her thick limbs are mouthwateringly sexy to me for some godforsaken reason.
It was hard not to stare at them on the ride up here. For me to slide my fingers up and down them and squeeze.
I love women with some meat on them and Liv had no problem ordering three cheeseburgers for herself on the way up here and tossed me half when I told her I didn’t want anything.
She’s a pain in the ass, but I’ve had to suppress a few smirks already so it’s just an indicator that I’m losing my damn mind.
“Don’t you?” she asks me, batting her eyelashes a tad and, whether I say yes or no, I have a feeling she’s still going to leave.
So the answer is obviously fuck yes.
Good thing Liv is old enough to drive because I’m definitely going to need a designated driver tonight.
Liv kept ordering me shots of whiskey and I took them willingly knowing that, after a while, I was going to get close to the point of a hangover the next day and a bunch of bad decisions later.
I already made one by coming up here and agreeing to this whole fake relationship bullshit. It still doesn’t stop the local dudes from sending her little come-hither looks from across the way that irritated the living fuck out of me, though.
Any more liquor and I might slam their heads into the nearest surface just to see how many times it takes for them to bleed.
It’s not that I want to own this annoying little blonde next to me as it is to respect her. These young douchebags have none of it and I’m more than liquored up to teach them a few manners.
“This is from the guy at the other side of the bar.” Our bartender appears in front of Liv and slides a tropical-looking drink to her without checking her ID.
She hasn’t drank an ounce, sipping on a cherry Coke and bouncing her feet to random songs that begin playing over a set of speakers somewhere. Not once has she bothered me into speaking, telling her about myself or any of the other bothersome questions that people do to fill in the silence.
She just lets me enjoy my Jack Daniels and lets me be.
It’s fucking unsettling.
“He said feel free to come over when you get a chance.”
Real smooth.
“Thanks,” Liv says with a small smile as she continues to pick at the white napkin underneath her drink, but she doesn’t make a move for the free beverage she was offered.
