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“You have my full confidence,” I managed to eke out between giggles.
He got up at the sound of two knocks and a call of, “Room service!” He pulled open the door and shot the poor young woman on the other side of it a dazzling grin. “Thanks. I can take this in. Don’t worry about it. Do you have the check?”
Wordlessly, she handed him a slim leather wallet and a pen. Adam opened it and scribbled on the bottom with a flourish.
“There you go. Thanks.” He smiled once again, pulled the tray inside, and shut the door on the poor thing.
“Well, that was smooth,” I said. “And they were supposed to charge it to my card. It’s on file.”
Adam shrugged. “I set up my card on my way up. They didn’t question it.”
“What? You’re here doing me a favor. I can at least buy you room service.”
“Hey, I get something out of it, too. Fake boyfriend, real sex. Remember?”
I did remember.
“And if there’s real sex, you need sustenance, and I’m happy to pay for it. So…” He pushed the tray right in front of me. “Eat up, Red. You’ll need it to get through the party…And for what I have planned for you later.”
“What—what you have planned?”
He grinned and picked up his burger.
Oh, man.
I should have ordered a shot of vodka with this Pepsi.
***
“Are you ready to do this?”
I looked at Adam. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His black pants were perfectly tailored to fit him like a glove, and even his black shoes were so shiny that, if I got close enough, I’d probably be able to see my reflection in them.
Aside from the obvious? No. No, I wasn’t ready. I regretted telling Rosie I’d be there at six. Nobody else would be there to distract my family from the fact I was bringing a super hot guy as my date.
Hell, I needed distracting from that. I’d already seen his ass in those pants.
Never mind two people meeting eyes across a crowded room—I’d be searching out his ass to find him.
I just wanted to…you know. Reach out and pinch it. Like a crab. Pinch, pinch, pinch.
“Red. Pay attention.” Adam clapped his hands sharply.
“Oh my God, if you want me to focus, get ugly or something!” I snapped, smoothing out my tight-fitting dress.
He laughed. “Right. This from the woman who has my cock twitching right now.”
“It’s not the only thing that’s twitching.” I moved uncomfortably. “I’m not a fancy-dress kind of person. I prefer t-shirts that make my mom feel awkward.”
“Is that why there’s a t-shirt in the closet that says, ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try to stop swearing,’ followed by a claim it’s a lie and someone can fuck off?”
I nodded solemnly. “I was going to wear it to breakfast tomorrow, then change into the one that says, ‘I’m allergic to stupidity, I break out in sarcasm.’”
“What is that? A warning to anyone who talks to you?”
“All my t-shirts are. Including the one that claims I’m winging it, and the other that says, ‘Not today, Satan.’”
“Is that one for your mom?”
“No, but it’s about to be.” I smiled. “Thanks. That’ll really piss her off.”
He snorted and walked over to me. “You’re welcome. Shall we try this conversation again? Are you ready?”
“Uh, no.”
“I figured. You look like you’re about to walk to your death.”
“I might as well be. If my mom figures out that we’re faking this, I’ll never hear the end of it. She’ll mention it at my future birthdays, my wedding, my funeral.”
“She won’t figure it out.” Adam ran his hands up my arms. “I promise. We’ll pretend the fuck out of this relationship.”
I peered up at him. “This would be so much easier if we knew anything about the other person beyond how good they are in bed.”
“It was your crazy idea, Red. Now you have to deal with it.”
“I didn’t expect you to agree to attend a stranger’s sister’s wedding.”
“Neither did I.” He chuckled. “Come on. Four days. How hard could it be?”
“You are not prepared for my family, Adam.”
His chuckle quieted, and he twisted his lips. “Maybe not, but by the sounds of it, you’re not either, and you know them.”
“Get ready for the crazy.”
“I’m ready. But, first…” He dipped his head, bringing his face close to mine.
I took a short, sharp breath, my eyes fluttering closed right as his lips touched mine.
It was better than I remembered.
The kiss was firm, but his lips were soft. Warm and slow, he kissed me thoroughly, sliding one hand into my loose curls and cupping the back of my head.
My heart thundered against my ribs.
“There,” Adam murmured, lips barely a breath from mine. “Now we can go.”
I nodded. “We can go.”
He pulled away and darted his gaze over my mouth. “No lipstick smudges. You’re all good.”
