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Shelly
“Rosh?” I tap gentlyat the bathroom door again, keeping my voice low. “Rosh, I’m really sorry about the water and your pants. I didn’t realize. But I promise no one saw your um...your privates. And I got your bag from the hostess, so you can get changed now. I mean you can change your clothing. You don’t have to change back yet, if you don’t want to. I don’t mind it. I mean I liked it. I mean...” I stop and take a breath. “OK, I’m going to leave the bag here. I’ll just be back at our seats.”
When I get no answer, I set down the bag and walk back to my seat with a knot in my chest. I’ve stuffed up another job. This has got to be some kind of record for me. Less than twenty-four hours! Rosh probably won’t even bother letting me leave the airport. He’ll just put me on the next flight home so he can be rid of me as soon as possible.
The knot moves higher until it’s firmly lodged in my throat. It’s not even about the job. Not really. If I’m honest, I was really excited about attending the kraken wedding and I’m also more than a little bit attracted to Rosh. A very small, very stupid part of my heart even hoped—wished—he might call me when all this is over. That we could be friends. Or more.
I press the back of my hand over my mouth and stare at my uneaten meal on the little table in front of me. The hostess even brought us new meals after I made Rosh spill ours everywhere. God, I’m so clumsy. Why does this always happen to me? I sit there wallowing in self-pity until the soft clearing of a throat beside me makes me look up.
“Excuse me.” Rosh is back in human form, a new pair of navy trousers on and his dark hair neatly combed. He gestures with a tip of his head toward his seat and I scramble to my feet, picking up my meal and pushing aside the table so he can get past.
He sits without another word, looking straight ahead, his jaw set in a hard line.
I hang my head. “I’m really sorry. I understand if you want to fire me, but I swear it won’t happen again. I’ll be more careful.”
“I don’t.” He’s still not looking at me.
“You don’t?”
“I don’t want to fire you. I’m just tired.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to try and get some sleep. You should do the same.”
I nod and sit back in a rush when my trembling legs almost collapse. He’s not going to fire me. I have another chance. I promise myself I’m going to be the best darn fake girlfriend ever.
***
Shelly
Oh, my god. I’m officiallythe worst fake girlfriend ever. The party is in full swing and I’ve barely even seen Rosh. When we arrived at the resort, he introduced me to his family, then took me to our room so I could get changed. Someone—my monster fairy godmother, I guess—found four new dresses all in my exact size, each more beautiful than the last. I chose a coral maxi dress and woven sandals. I feel beautiful with the way the floaty fabric swishes around my slim figure and the two thigh high splits expose quite a bit of skin.
Tonight is the formal dinner and the speeches. Tomorrow is the ceremony. My heart races when I think about my outfit for tomorrow. It’s basically the tiniest pink bikini known to man, which barely covers any of my bits! Luckily I waxed before the weekend hoping I’d get that date with the guy I was chatting to on Heart2Heart. Now all I can think about is what Rosh will think when he sees me in it.
I roll my eyes and take another large sip of my cocktail. He won’t think anything, since he won’t even look at me. I think he’s still hiding out in our room.
Ourroom!
