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When we sat down, he winked at me. "You are about to have the best scone of your life."
"Oh, I doubt that."
"No. It's vegan and I'm—"
I held up a hand. "Stop it right now. You are ruining this scone for me."
"No. Trust me."
"I don't know, Saint."
"Seriously, trust me. It's banana oat. It's like a scone and a banana muffin combined."
I leaned forward. "Okay, tell me more."
He laughed. "You just have to have it for yourself."
It seemed so normal to have a scone and tea on Sunday mid-morning while I strolled around with my boyfriend.
Except, he wasn't my boyfriend, was he?
He’s your fake fiancé. Whatever.
When he leaned over across the wrought iron table outside the cafe and cupped my face, I stilled, the shock of it making my stomach flip. "Hold still. You’ve got crumbs all over you."
And when he was done, he quickly but gently dusted a finger over my lips.
"There, all set."
"Thanks."
His gaze focused on my lips. God, why did he have to look at me like that? Like I was good enough to eat. This was dangerous territory, and we were playing with fire. And since that was the case, he should leave me the hell alone. Because I was weak. I think we'd already established that.
His gaze flickered away and back again. And then he did the one thing I did not expect. He leaned forward and kissed me.
SAINT
Rookie mistake.
I should have just kissed her on the cheek. Anything other than putting my lips to hers and getting that electric shock once again. She tasted of strawberries and cream which was the jam and the clotted cream and herself. Since the kiss was for the paparazzo I saw lurking in the shop across the way from us, I didn't dare deepen it. When I pulled back, Kaya's eyes opened slowly and I could see the confusion in them.
I angled my head to the right. "We've got a paparazzo there. That'll make for a beautiful photo."
And I swear to God. I could almost see disappointment on her face. No, it was something else. She looked irritated.
"Next time, before you kiss me, could you warn me that you're going to do it just so I can have the right response and not slap you or something?"
"You would slap me for kissing you?"
That was when her gaze went deadly serious. "Well, I mean, we've both been very clear this is for show only. So if you start making out with me, it's confusing."
I winced. She was hurt. And confused.
You're a twat.
"Come on. Finish your scone." The only option I had was to change the subject. Because she was right. It was confusing for me, too. I had been very clear that we were not doing this. Hell, I was still clear. And I had my orders.
Your orders are stupid.
