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I snort. “And explain to Tom how I let you fall? No.”
She keeps shooting pictures while I keep a firm hold on her waist, trying not to think about how much I like the feel of her under my hands.
When Violet finally finishes and turns around, we’re way closer than I intended.
There’s a bright camera flash, and I realize we’re standing a little behind a famous actor and his date who are currently posing for some paparazzi. It reminds me why Violet and I came here in the first place—to be seen.
Violet glances toward them, her thoughts clearly following the same trajectory as mine. “Oops. Looks like we’re photobombing. When they post those photos, I wonder if we’ll be in the background, or if they’ll crop us out?”
My gaze falls to her mouth. “If we are, we might as well use the situation to our advantage.”
Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t back away.
That’s all the encouragement I need to lower my mouth to hers. She’s soft and feminine, and when her lips part for me she tastes like the chocolate dessert we just shared.
When she gives me a surprised little breathy moan, I can’t help but deepen the kiss. Her hands are splayed across my chest, and I wonder if she can feel the way my heart’s racing for her.
Everything about her is sogood.Her taste, her heat, her scent. My hands tighten on her waist, closing that last inch of space between us until she’s pressed against my hardening cock.
She gives a little gasp, and that’s when I remember we’re in public, and I’m about two seconds away from some photographer getting a photo of me dry-humping my best friend’s little sister.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
I raise my head and ease back, moving us around so that all the photographers can see is my back.
“What was that?” Violet breathes.
“Just selling our fake relationship,” I say. But it feels like a lie on my lips.
There was nothing fake about that kiss, or about the way her body responded to mine.
“Right. Of course.” She sounds disappointed. “Just part of the con.”
Part of me wants to correct her. But what can I say?
I’m insanely attracted to you and that might have been the best date I’ve ever been on, but nothing can happen between us because I don’t do relationships. Also, I need your help to buy a baseball team even more than I need you in my bed.
Yeah, that’s not what she wants to hear.
I let her believe the lie that’s best for both of us.
She turns, and as I follow her out of the restaurant, I catch a whiff of spiced cinnamon.
She’s definitely wearing the perfume I gave her.
9
GAGE
Ispend the next few days “courting” Violet. Showering her with surprise gifts. Planning my “proposal,” when I’ll publicly give her a ring and make it official.
Or as official as a fake relationship can be.
Between that and Violet continuing to be the most inept assistant I’ve ever had, I feel like she’s always on my mind. I’m pretty sure I dreamt about her kissing me last night, except this time we weren’t in public, and we didn’t stop with a kiss. Today I was so desperate to stop thinking about Violet and get some damn work done, I sent her home an hour early.
