Page 62 of Not That Into You

Speaking of which... “Thanks for coming to my rescue earlier when I was talking to them.”

He grunts.

“I was surprised you were able to pull yourself away from Ms. Threadstone.”

And now I want to bang my head against a wall. I didn’t intend to mention Vanessa. In fact, I really don’t want to discuss her at all. Especially since whatever is going on between them is none of my concern.

He cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” I wave my hand as if to wipe away my comment. “I just meant you were all the way across the room.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Monica Matthews, were you jealous?”

“No,” I say a little too quickly.

“Well, well, well.” Stepping into my space, he drops his hands onto my shoulders as a smug smile brings out his dimples.

I narrow my eyes.

His gaze skims my face before landing on my chest and then moving back to my eyes. “Is that a tinge of green, I see?”

“Possibly. Your overuse of cologne is making me queasy.”

“Hmm.”

I roll my eyes. “Making everything about you again, Cameron?”

“I don’t think so, Monica. This is about you.” He rubs my arms, up and down, leaving a trail of tingles. “You and your jealousy.”

My stomach dips. “Please. Why would I be jealous? We’re not together. You’re not my boyfriend.”

I don’t like the assessing look in his eyes. And I don’t like the feeling I’ve revealed too much. Cameron made it very clear he wants nothing more from me than a fake relationship—I don’t want anything more than a fake relationship—and I’m not foolish enough to read anything more into our kiss than misguided attraction.

Whatever this messed up feeling is, I need to lock it down until it passes. Because it will pass. It has to.

I look around at the beautiful house and grounds, the people wearing designer clothes, the money.

I don’t belong here.

Clearing my throat, I pick up my skirts. “I’m going to go get that drink.”

As I turn to leave, Cameron grabs my arm. “Hey.”

I pause and look back at him.

“My conversation with Vanessa didn’t mean anything. We were just talking.”

I gently pull my arm out of his grasp. “It’s none of my business, Cameron.”

Chapter 17

Monica

Groaning, I turn my face into my pillow, trying to block out the morning light. I didn’t have that much to drink last night, but I didn’t have that much to eat either. I’m not hungover, per se, just a little foggy and not particularly excited about being awake.

I flop onto my back and rub my eyes before grabbing my glasses and putting them on. Thankfully, I took my contacts out before going to bed. The last thing I need is dry, red eyes on top of what I’m sure is an impressive display of bedhead.

Judging by the stillness in the room, I know before glancing over that the other side of the bed is empty. Cameron the Early Riser strikes again. And I’m grateful since I’m in no hurry to face him in the harsh light of day, especially before coffee.

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