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Something in my chest warms. Henoticed.
Luke smiles down at me and tugs lightly on my short ponytail. “How’s it going, Hemingway?”
“Ugh. Bad. Awful.” I run a hand through my hair. “Every idea I have is bad.”
He cocks his head. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes. No. I don’t think so.” I think of Sarah at the coffee shop this afternoon, worried that this will all end in massive heartbreak.
Luke tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.
“Can you rescue me instead?” I ask.
“Always.” He scoops me up from my chair, like I’m a princess he’s rescuing. Then he carries my back to his room, the tea forgotten beside my laptop.
I kiss the spot on his neck he likes, and lose myself in the rough, hungry sound he makes. I decide I don’t want to be careful. I want as many nights with Luke as he’ll give me.
Damn the consequences.
26
LUKE
“What the fuck, Luke? Youmarriedmy sister?”
I look up to see Cooper standing in my office doorway, as furious as I’ve ever seen him. He’s got his suitcase with him, which implies he came straight from the airport.
Somewhere in the back of my brain I knew he was coming back home soon. After all, it’s been a month since Hazel and I got married.
But the thing is, it’s also been a month since Hazel and I seduced each other on a rooftop, and if I’m honest, I haven’t thought about Cooper once.
I’ve been too damnhappy.
I’ve never lived with woman, much less one like Hazel. And it turns out, now that I’m not trying to resist how attracted I am to her, I like it.
I like the little sounds she makes in her sleep. I like hearing about her day. I like fucking our way through every single one of her fantasies.
I shift uncomfortably, realizing I shouldn’t be thinking about that last one while Cooper’s glaring daggers at me.
Past Cooper, I can see my assistant Joey trying to look casual but clearly hungry for gossip.
I need to explain to Cooper that it’s not real. I owe him that much.
Especially if this thing between me and Hazel actually...well.
I don’t let myself think about that.
The point is, I don’t want to have that conversation here. The last thing I need is it getting back to my dad that I faked my marriage.
I rise. “I don’t want to have this conversation at work.”
“Fine.” Cooper gestures curtly for me to proceed him out the door.
By mutual agreement, we don’t talk as we leave the building and take a town car back to my apartment. Normally Hazel works from my place, but she told me she was planning on running errands and spending time with Sarah today.
Once we step through my door, Cooper drops his suitcase and turns to glare at me. “You’re a fucking bastard—”
“I can explain,” I interrupt. “It’s not real.”
