Page 82 of Pretend Girlfriend

I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to be dealing with this all weekend, aren’t I?”

“I was just making sure she was all right,” Theo said, hopping up from the edge of my chair. “There are some real fuckers out there, huh?”

“You said it.” Landon nodded at him. “Thanks for being there last night. It’s good to know there are plenty of good guys around to protect my girlfriend.”

Theo tensed. “Yeah, totally. You’d do the same for me, right? Those daiquiris are real good, by the way. Almost as good as strawberry martinis.”

“Strawberry martinis?” Landon said when he was gone. “Wouldn’t have expected a guy like Theo to drink those.”

“Me neither,” I muttered while watching Theo walk away.

At dinner that night, everyone made the same dumb joke about protecting my drink. Clark retrieved the bottle of wine from the serving table himself in order to refill my glass, and when I wasn’t drinking from it, Danicka placed a coaster over the top protectively.

“I just hate that this happened under my watch,” Danicka said gravely.

Oh God. Not her, too.

“It really is fine.”

“I’m going to make sure you have a wonderful trip,” Danicka said. “Aside from the lovely bride and groom, you’re the most important person at this resort! I’ll see to it.”

I shared a look with Landon. I wasn’t looking forward to discovering what she meant by that.

Later that night, we learned that the couple who tried to roofie me had done this before. Despite the guy’s pick-up line about it being their twenty-year anniversary, they had only been married five years and had pulled similar stunts at other resorts around the north coast of Jamaica.

“I’m glad my experience led to the arrest of a serial offender,” I said while enjoying the rooftop deck. Landon and I were relaxing in two chairs, enjoying the ocean view while drinking a very expensive bottle of white wine the manager had delivered personally.

Landon chuckled. “I’ve never heard of a pair of people doing that. It’s always some creepy guy.”

“Trust me: that guy was creepy,” I said.

“Sure, but I meant creepy and alone. I never picture guys like that having a wife as an accomplice.”

“I’m just glad my first threesome wasn’t like that,” I blurted out.

I’d been drinking. Hell, I’d had an alcoholic drink in my hand pretty much since arriving at the resort. So I didn’t really want to mention to Landon how I wanted my first threesome to go. It wasn’t a topic I expected us to discuss at all.

“Oh?” Landon asked casually. “How do you want your first threesome to go?”

Once the subject was breached, I didn’t shy away from it. Again, the alcohol may have played a role in my forwardness.

“Firstly, I would be a consenting participant,” I said. “That’s pretty crucial.”

“Of course.”

“Beyond that… I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to try it, I guess.”

“Good to know,” Landon said. “I’ll start asking around if there are any women at the resort who want to spice up our fake relationship with a fake threesome.”

I turned and smirked at him. “Who says I want the third to be a woman?”

Landon’s eyebrows rose. “Oh. Excuse me for assuming.”

“I mean, if you were having a threesome, wouldn’t you want it to be two members of the opposite sex?”

I was probing him, I realized. Wondering how he would feel about a “devil’s threesome” with two guys. Not for any particular reason. I certainly wasn’t planning on inviting him into bed with Theo and me.

But I was curious.

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