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That’s not hard.
“Are you dating?” one reporter calls.
“Mack, who’s the girl?”
“How do you feel about the Revelers season?”
“Are y’all going to the World Series?”
The questions keep coming, but I just smile and nod, deciding no response is the best response I can give right now, on all fronts. I refuse to talk about the Revelers’ season and Aiden advised to just be seen with Greer and not answer questions about our relationship.
It’s better to show the people what they want than tell them.
Actions speak louder than words.
Greer’s grip on my hand tightens and I pull her closer to me, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
That makes the hoard of people even louder and the cameras snap faster, but I just place my hand on the small of her back and guide her into the hotel. Once we’re clear of prying eyes, I glance over at her and see that the same calm smile is still in place.
“You okay?” she asks, her eyes roaming my face.
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
She turns to stand in front of me. “One thing you should know about me, Mack Granger, is that I work really well under pressure. You can thank my asshole parents who groomed me to always be on. I grew up being watched by people and forced to make a good impression. It serves me well in my job, but it also makes me pretty great at situations like this.”
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
Greer leans her head back and laughs, making my dick stir as I daydream about devouring her soft skin, starting at her neck and working my way up and back down.
Fuck.
“Thanks,” she says, shaking her head. “But let’s stay focused.”
“I’m going to try, but this dress…”
I swear, I see her dark eyes go even darker as they drop to my mouth. Does she want me as bad as I want her? That’s a question I need to know the answer to. I could chalk this desperate need for her up to my lack of sex, but I don’t think it’s that. I think it’s just… her.
“Well, I could say the same for this get up,” she says, lightly gripping the lapels. “I’ve always had a weakness for a man in a tux.”
People start to filter in behind us and I can feel eyes on us. We need to head into the ballroom and get this show on the road before I call the driver back and fuck Greer in the backseat on the way home.
Because that’s what I want to do right now.
I want to consume her.
“How about we go in here and knock this fake relationship out of the park and then after, we can talk about renegotiating the contract.” She grins.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“It was the baseball reference, wasn’t it?”
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head at this woman. “Fucking bombshell,” I mutter, running a hand down her bare arm and lacing my fingers through hers. “Let’s go so I can give every fucker in this room a death glare for looking at my girl.”
Thankfully, the first people we see when we walk into the ballroom are Bo and Charlotte, or Lola Carradine as the rest of the world knows her. They’re standing, talking to a man and woman I don’t know, but when I feel Greer tense at my side, I stop.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in a whisper, lowering my head to her ear so she can hear me over the low roar of the crowd.
“Shit,” Greer says, her eyes dancing around the room. “That’s my ex.”
