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"Trust me, word spreads. I promised myself that I’d never date anyone with a high profile, but they don’t know that. If people see me around you, they’ll back off. The season for Christmas parties is approaching pretty fast. It'll do me good if word gets around that I'm seeing someone.”
“This is the most bizarre conversation I've ever had. I'm not even sure what to say.” Just say you want it. "I mean, if you're sure. I loved the look on Malcolm's face. And the weekend is going to be fun. I actually looked over the program. There's going to be an archery contest and—”
“You’re joking!”
"Oh, you didn't look at it?"
"No. That doesn't sound appealing in the slightest."
She laughed. "I can't decide if you're a knight in shining armor or a total grump. Or maybe you’re both?" She seemed to be talking more to herself than to me, or so I hoped. Because what did that even mean?
The more I thought about going, the more sense it made. I had invitations to a few Christmas parties this year where I couldn't send a representative, so being seen with Reese this weekend would benefit me too.
"Okay, you know what? Let's do this. I was trying to think of excuses as to why my hot new boyfriend wasn't there, but now it seems I won't have to."
"You think I'm hot?" I asked.
She snorted. "Um, hello, of course you are. Why do you think all those women are accosting you?"
"Because I'm Dominic Waldorf."
"Yeah, that too. But you're also sexy as hell. As your fake date, I’m more than entitled to say that—from an objective point of view, of course."
I burst out laughing. Talking to this woman was the highlight of my day.
"Want to drive together? It's two hours away,” I suggested.
"Sure. And on the way we can hash out the details."
"What details?" I moved back to my chair.
"We need a story."
"For what?"
"How we started dating, how we met, and so on," she explained.
"I didn't realize this would be so involved."
"Well, if we’re doing this, I don't want it to blow up in my face. I couldn’t live with Malcolm knowing I made up a boyfriend."
"You didn't. Technically, I did."
"Same thing."
"Sure. We can sort it out on the drive."
"Great. This is your number?" she asked.
"Yes."
“I’ll save it.”
“And I’ll save yours.”
"Oh, this isn’t mine. It's one of the hotel lines."
"You're joking, right?"
