Page 64 of Not That Into You

Vanessa indicates an empty chair. “Why don’t you join us?”

Jealousy clenches my chest as humiliation churns my stomach. I don’t have a right to the jealousy—in fact, it just pisses me off—but the humiliation is well earned. Cameron is free to pursue any woman he wants, but he could at least wait until we’ve fake broken up. He could have the decency not to hit on another woman while we’re still in the Hamptons. Especially when that woman is the one his mother handpicked. One I thought he was avoiding.

Apparently, I was mistaken.

I swallow down my seething emotions. “Thanks, but I have some emails to answer.” It’s a lie, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to be the third wheel to their little coffee date.

Cameron frowns. “Come on. Pull up a chair. You’ve already got your coffee.”

“No, thanks. I have some client matters to attend to.” Like seeing if my client Trish has played any tiles in our ongoing Words With Friends game.

I go back into the kitchen and place my untouched coffee on the counter, not trusting my stomach to handle caffeine.

Cameron appears behind me. “Hey.”

I turn. “Yeah?”

“You all right?”

“Sure.” I just need to get through this weekend, get home, and get back to reality.

“I thought we were going surfing.”

“No, you’re busy. We can do it some other time.”

He narrows his eyes. “Monica, Vanessa just came by to drop off some papers for my mother. She caught me while I was making coffee, so of course I offered her some.”

“Of course. I get it. And now you should get back to your guest.”

His brow furrows, but I’m done with this conversation. I turn around and head for the stairs, willing him to stay behind.

I can’t believe that for an insane moment last night, I thought something would happen between us. Did he spend the night with Vanessa? Did I just witness the morning after?

Growling, I throw open the door to our bedroom, angry for even thinking there might be more to Cameron.

The sooner I leave the Hamptons, the better.

“Monica, what the hell?”

I whip around to find Cameron standing just inside the room with his hands on his hips. “Why did you just run away?”

I mirror his pose. “Excuse me? I didn’t run away. I came up here to answer emails.”

“We’re supposed to go surfing, but now you want to work? Why?”

I take a deep breath, trying to tamp down my irritation. “I’m not up to it. I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. And the party was a lot of work.”

“What do you mean it was a lot of work?”

“I mean it was a lot of work pretending to be your girlfriend. To act like everything that came out of your mouth was brilliant and amusing. To pretend I wanted to be there.”

His brows slam down. “Are you kidding? I went out of my way to make sure you felt comfortable. I included you in conversations. We were a team. And now you’re telling me you were mentally rolling your eyes and barely tolerating me?”

“Oh, come on, Cameron. You know that’s not my scene.”

“And yet you seemed completely fine. You seemed comfortable.”

My brows wing up. “Comfortable?” I was anything but. “That was just acting.”

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