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Ana, one of the men's little sisters and a beautiful woman inside and out, leans towards me as she gives me a mischievous smile, "Well, I'm pretty sure the owners are excited about meeting Jack...since my brother and sister-in-law are the owners." She gives me a little laugh. "We can't wait to meet Jack-Jack."
I give her a small smile back. At least she seems excited about what's to come. She even gave my little man a nickname.
"Let's get you settled in." She takes me up a winding staircase that looks perfect for the house. It doesn't spiral but rather stops at each level like it's inviting you to stop and rest no matter what floor you're on. "I'll show you around the rest of the house once you have time to unpack."
She takes me to a large room with a bed in the middle and a fireplace on one side. On the other side are large glass doors that slide open. The view outside of the window is stunning and holds my attention for a second before I remember this isn't a real vacation. I turn and find Ezra instead of Ana in the room with me. He is setting his bags down along with mine. I wait for him to leave but he doesn't. Do we need to go over something?
I wait but he finally starts shifting bags around until one of mine and one of his are on the bed, "What are you doing?"
"We have to pretend we're together." He's put one of his duffle bags on the bed and starts pulling out clothing.
"Yeah, pretend as in...fake."
"Sorry sweetheart, but that means we have to sleep together."
"Wait! What?" Surely he doesn't mean...?
"We have to pretend to be together AND that means we have to sleep together. In the same room." Has he done this before? Gone...undercover so to speak and slept with women just to pull off a ruse. A sick feeling swirls in my belly at the thought.
I look around the room. "In the same bed?"
Surely there has to be a cot or something he can sleep on, or fuck, I can sleep on it. He just nods but doesn't bring forth said cot. I look back at the bed.
"In that bed?" He nods again.
"Don't worry, Carson." The voice from the door draws my attention to Remy who is leaning against the door jamb looking all cocky and cute. "You won’t be the first girl to have to fake it where Doc is concerned."
He starts laughing his ass off but his comment only makes that theory of this being something Ezra has done before take hold and my stomach sours.
Steve and Ezra both smack him on the back of the head, one after the other. "What? What did I say?" He still laughs like he is having the best time and all of this is just another day.
"I see Remy is getting the typical unit greeting." Ana comes up beside the big men and looks Remy up and down. "And before the first bag is even unpacked. That must be a record."
How the hell does this woman handle men like this? Is it just because I'm not used to having hot guys standing around cracking jokes all the time or is this as surreal as it feels? I try to pretend I'm as casual as she is but I'm pretty sure I just look like I'm constipated.
I wait for the two men and Ana to leave before I address the real problem. The six-foot-three problem standing in the middle of the room giving me a look that could melt an ice cream truck on a cool autumn day.
"There is no way we're both going to fit on that bed."
"Sure we will." Is he fucking with me right now?
"You're huge and...that bed isn't." I point out the obvious.
He comes up behind me and wraps his arm around me. I jump and look up at him, not used to being touched so openly by a man, especially one who looks so stunning.
"We have to act like lovers, Carson." He says it so matter-of-factly.
I nibble on my bottom lip at his words as Remy's joke about faking an orgasm goes over and over in my head. "Um," Fuck! I know I have to give it up. My one secret that I keep close to my chest...so to speak. "I have to tell you something."
He turns me to face him and I take him by the shirt and pull him to the door so I can trap the secret inside with both of us. I make sure it's locked and I make sure I have his full attention before I say another word. "I...," damn this is hard, "I have a confession."
I didn't realize how hard this would be, to tell someone something so intimate. I search his face hoping I'll come up with the right words when he shocks and surprises me.
"You're a virgin."
"How the hell do you know!" The outburst rips out of me before I can stop it. It takes me by surprise more than his words really.
Oh shit, do I come off as a fucking virgin? If so, why would he ask me to do something like this? Is he trying to make this look like a comedy skit? A high school play where everyone acts wooden and fucking terrified?
