Page 11 of Not That Into You

He lifts a brow, affecting a thoughtful expression. “Fine. Apology accepted.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Excellent.”

“Super.”

I clench my jaw. “Cameron.”

He gives me an innocent look. “Yes?”

I suddenly have a clear picture of what he was like as a five-year-old. “Let’s get back on track. You said you needed a favor?”

His smile disappears. “Yes.” He inhales slowly. “I need you to go to the Hamptons with me next weekend.”

“No.”

“Hear me out. It’s just for the weekend to convince my mother I’m off the market.”

“You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend for a weekend?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Are you dating someone?”

“What?”

“Is that why you won’t pretend to be my girlfriend? Is there someone else?”

There hasn’t been a someone else for a while, but he doesn’t need to know that. “I’m not dating anyone seriously, but that’s not the point.”

“It’s precisely the point. There should be no issue.”

“Of course there’s an issue.”

“Monica, please. I’ll pay you.”

“You’re asking me to prostitute myself?”

He startles, his eyes going wide. “No. God, no. There won’t be anything physical between us. Everything will be for show.”

“So, I’d be an escort.”

“Um...” He looks decidedly uncomfortable. “I’m gonna say no?”

“Jesus.”

“Look. I get it would be an imposition to spend the weekend at a beautiful house at the beach, enjoying good food and wine. So, I would compensate you for the inconvenience. Think of it as an acting role.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Are you high?”

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