“What?”
Chris winced at my high pitched response, and moved closer, lowering her voice.
“I heard all about how your mom is trying to marry you off, remember? And mine’s been bugging me about settling down too. If they think we’re dating, we can both get some breathing room for a while.”
“What are you suggesting, that we fake date like we’re in some kind of a bad romcom novel?”
“Do you read a lot of romcom novels?” she smirked.
“There’s nothing wrong with reading romantic fiction, but that’s all it is. Fiction.”
“Okay fine, let’s go tell you mother that she interrupted a one night stand – a very long one night stand – and that we’ll both be fucking someone else the next chance we get. She’ll love that.”
I felt something acidic in the pit of my stomach at the idea of Chris fucking someone else. It felt almost like jealousy, which was ridiculous. We’d both known this was a one time thing. Well, a one night thing, we’d squeezed a lot into that one night. But we didn’t even like each other. Neither of us had any illusions about this being anything more than it was.
“Fine, we’ll tell them we’re dating,” I said reluctantly. “Then in a few weeks we’ll tell them that I broke up with you.”
“Why would you break up with me?” she asked in an offended tone. “I’m a catch. I’d be the one to break up with you.”
I slammed my hands on my hips and Chris’s eyes fixed on my chest where my braless boobs were jiggling. I huffed out a breath and waved at my face.
“My eyes are up here, and I’ll break up with you because clearly you’re a pervert.”
“You weren’t saying that when I stuck my finger up your ass and made you come your brains out.”
“You’re disgusting.” I turned away and headed for the door. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“Okay,girlfriend.”
She walked up next to me and gave me a smack on the ass before grabbing my hand.
“Might as well play the part.”
Chris
This was a terrible idea. How was I going to pretend that I was dating Julia in front of both of our families? We’d made no secret of the fact that we hated each other all these years.
Then again, maybe hate was too strong of a word. I didn’thateJulia, not really. She annoyed the shit out of me. She was so stereotypically femme for one thing. Such a Pollyanna for another. I mean, what did she have to smile about all the time? And we had absolutely nothing in common. Well, other than mind-blowing sex.
I’d never had sex like that before. It was fun. Intense. A little kinky. The instant we’d touched each other it was like someone had released the hold on my libido that I didn’t even know I’d been keeping. She was like a drug. The more I touched her, the more I wanted of her.
But that was last night. We were in some forced proximity work-induced haze. In the clear light of day – well, the gray light of a Seattle day – we could both control ourselves. In fact, we’d probably gotten that inconvenient attraction right out of our systems last night. Things would be fine between us now.
Well, fine if I ignored that little currents of electricity that seemed to buzz up my arm from us holding hands. And fine if I ignored the way that after a night of nonstop sex Julia’s hair was this huge poufy mess of curls that I wanted to wrap around my fist while I kissed her until she melted against me.
“Oh there you are.” Mrs. Montego looked up from her phone, her eyes fixing on the way we were holding hands. “It seems I’m not the only one who’s surprised by this relationship you two have.”
I knew without asking that her chastising look meant she’d already been talking to my mother. Damn it.
“It’s new, Mom,” Julia said.
“Very new,” I added.
“We wanted to make sure it was going to work out before we talked about it,” Julia added.
“It certainly looked like things were working out fine when I walked into your bedroom this morning, young lady.”
Julia’s cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t respond. She pulled away from my hand to head to the coffee pot and I immediately felt bereft. It just pissed me off.
