Page 41 of Fake it for Keeps

“You’re a dick.”

“And you’re a fine ass fiancée,” I countered, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face.

She glared at me, but I caught the flush creeping up her neck. Good. At least I wasn’t the only one affected by this forced proximity.

“I’m going to freshen up,” I said, standing. “We have dinner reservations at seven. One of the hotel restaurants. Frankie is sending a dress up.”

“I don’t need Frankie to send me a dress,” Hallie protested. “I packed my own clothes. And honestly, room service sounds perfect. Do we really need to go out?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “We need to be where the people are. Where we can be seen. That’s the entire point of this trip, remember?”

“The entire point,” she repeated flatly. “Right. The performance.”

“Exactly.” I grabbed my bag and headed toward the bathroom. “So get ready to perform, sugar. We’ve got a long weekend ahead of us.”

I closed the bathroom door before she could respond, leaning against it for a moment and closing my eyes.

One room. Three days. With a woman who infuriated me and attracted me in equal measure.

This was either going to be the longest weekend of my life.

Or the most interesting.

Possibly both.

I turned on the shower and tried not to think about the fact that Hallie would be sleeping in the same room as me tonight. That I’d be able to hear her breathing, smell her perfume, watch her move around in whatever she wore to bed.

This was fine. I was a grown man. I could handle sharing a suite with my fake fiancée without losing my mind.