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“Don’t lie. You don’t think I’m nice.” I laugh.
“Okay, no I don’t. I think you’re fake.”
“Ouch.” I flatten a hand over my chest.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but you spent all evening showing me the person you want me to see and not one ounce of who you really are.”
Damn, this girl doesn’t miss a thing.
She’s making me question how the hell I’ve made it as an actor.
“You’re right.”
I decide if this plan stands any chance at all, I need to stop treating her the way I would any other woman. I’m not trying to get her into my bed, at least not yet, but I do need her help, no matter how much I don’t like it.
“I’m sorry, did you just say I was right?” She dramatically rubs her ear. “I’m sure I must have heard you wrong.”
“Smartass.” I chuckle and to my surprise, she smiles. “I’m sorry. I’ve never had to work this hard to get a woman to like me.”
“But still the question remains, why do you want me to like you?”
“Maybe because I’m tired.”
“Tired of what?”
“Everything…” There’s more truth in that statement than I’ll ever admit.
“Treyton…” Her shoulders sag forward, whether in sympathy or frustration, I’m not sure.
“My friends call me Trey.”
“Are we friends now?” There’s something so disarming about the way she’s looking at me.
“I’d like to be.”
Technically, I don’t need her to fall in love with me for this plan to work. Hell, that’s the last thing I want.
No, I just need the public to think we’re an item, even if we’re not. A stolen touch here, a heated glance there, the paparazzi will eat it up. And I can play my part, of that much I’m sure.
She studies me for a long moment, clearly not sure how to respond. Or maybe she’s just timing her next smartass statement for optimal effect.
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” she finally says.
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Friends?” She shakes her head, her blonde hair swaying from side to side. “I don’t know.”
“Just give me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.” I step toward her and to my surprise she doesn’t step back. Maybe I’m wearing her down after all. “Now, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.” She clamps down on her bottom lip to contain her smile but it’s enough to tell me that, at least for now, I’ve made some headway.
“But you’re free?”
“I have a few showings at a property in Santa Monica in the morning.”
