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As I flopped back onto the bed, I made the mistake of glancing in the direction of the bedside table. My phone was lightingup.
I took Brody’s call as Zane went to the bathroom to clean up. It was only then that it struck me he’d been wearing a condom. Well, shit. Thank God one of us had beenthinking.
But leaving that kind of thing up to Zane? Not a smartmove.
Not smart atall.
Luckily the chat with my boss kept me from examining that too closely. Especially when he wanted to know why his Twitter feed was blowing up with a bunch of cell phone videos of Zane serenading me and my dad with “Rebel Yell” at a karaoke joint last night, and also, why he wasn’t invited to that little party. I sputtered through my response to that, at which he sounded amused, and mercifully turned the conversation to otherbusiness.
After I got off the call, I thumbed through my new texts, including a link from Brody to one of the aforementioned videos, which I clicked on and watched for about three seconds before Zane came back out of thebathroom.
He cocked an eyebrow at me as I stuffed the phone under mypillow.
Pretty sure he caught a snatch of the song though, and his own voice, not to mention all the lustful screaming in the background; there was a lot of it, more than I’d been aware of at the time, since when Zane Traynor took a stage, all else pretty much ceased to exist for me… and judging by that screaming, similar to the screaming that could be heard anytime he took a stage, I was not the only woman with thisreaction.
I was wondering if I should just get it over with and do the naked morning-after dash to the bathroom, to avoid the awkward aftermath, when I realized I didn’t need to. Instead of heading for the door with some lame excuse for needing to disappear, Zane sauntered over and sprawled on the bed next to me, face-down.
Like it was totally normal for him to sprawl out on a bed next to me, bucknaked.
King ofcool.
I should’ve gotten up and gotten dressed. Brody wanted to meet for breakfast in half an hour, and it would’ve been suspicious if I’d begged out. So Ididn’t.
It also gave me the perfect excuse to get out ofhere.
But Zane didn’t seem to be in ahurry.
I really meant to get up. But somehow, I didn’tbudge.
Instead I listened to Zane’s even, relaxed breathing as his beautiful feet played lazy footsie withmine.
And then, because I needed to say something to fill the air and distract myself from this growing awkwardness that was an uncomfortable mashup of embarrassment, confusion and guilt, I said, “I can’t believe Elle missed our big fat fake wedding. She wouldshit.”
“Thought you didn’t wanna tell anyone,” he mumbled into his pillow, the long blond strands of his hair scattered across hisface.
“I don’t.” I reached up and smoothed the hair back with my fingertips, gently, so I could see him. I wouldn’t be able to touch him like this in an hour or two, so why not? Might be my lastchance.
The one eye I could see was closed, his eyelashes long and straight, nearly black at the root, lightening to golden-blond at the tips. Yeah, Zane had beautiful eyelashes. Was there anything about the man that wasn’tbeautiful?
Nope. I would know. Got up close and incredibly personal with every last inch of him last night, and I sure as hell couldn’t findit.
He stirred a little as I let my fingers trail down his temple and around his ear where the hair, buzzed short, felt like velvet. That one blue eye opened as I brought my hand away, and froze onme.
“Fake?”
“How long should we wait to tell my dad it wasn’t real?” I wondered aloud. “I mean… we can’t just let him believe it forever, much as I’d love to let him dangle…” It would be cruel and pretty shitty of me to lie to my dad for any length of time, and I knew it. But after what he’d said to me yesterday… my own father called me a slut, for fuck’s sake. I was prepared to let him dangle for a littlewhile.
Hell, for all I cared we could wait until after he sent us our wedding gift. It would be something expensive, knowing Dizzy. Not out of generosity, but because he’d consider it poor form to send Zane a wedding gift that was anything less than seriously, grandioselyoverpriced.
Maybe I was a terrible person, but the thought of parting Dizzy with any of his precious money made me smile. Damn right, he could send us a gift. And we weren’t returning it,either.
Zane lifted up, still eying me strangely, and rolled onto his side. His legs were all tangled up with mine from the knee down. I focused on his face to avoid looking at his cock, which was now in fullview.
He blinked at me, his eyes adjusting to the pale morning light, like he wasn’t sure if he was seeing thingsright.
“It was real,” he said slowly but really quietly, and the smile dropped from myface.
Zane Traynor had fucked with me plenty of times, and you better believe I knew when he was fucking withme.
