Page 36 of The Match Faker

My Hot Boyfriend

Wow. So soon? Shouldn’t we at least kiss first?

Me

What?

My Hot Boyfriend

You said I could come through the back door. That has another meaning…

Me

Oh my God. Seriously?

My Hot Boyfriend

It was a joke!

My Hot Boyfriend

Sorry, I forgot. You wouldn’t understand that kind of joke because with that stick up your arse, there’s no room for anything else!

Me

I do NOT have a stick up my arse!

My Hot Boyfriend

Sure, sure.

My Hot Boyfriend

I can come around seven. Sorry, let me rephrase: I can ARRIVE at your office around seven. Send me your address.

Me

Fine.

After sending it over, I logged off, steam coming out of my ears. Even texting Liam was annoying.

We’d barely been fake-dating for twenty-four hours and he was already winding me up. Surviving the next two months together was going to be torture.

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Liam

Ipulled my baseball cap down and slid through the back door. Of Mia’s office building. Didn’t know why I’d made that joke before. Thinking about Mia in that way was just… wrong. I had no interest in sliding into any of her entrances. Fake-dating her was already way too messy.

Mia stood at the entrance in another fitted dress which clung to every one of her curves. My gaze dropped to the ground. I didn’t want her to catch me staring again and get the wrong idea.

‘This way.’ She signalled.

‘After you.’ I stepped behind her.

As she climbed the stairs, I swallowed hard. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be looking at her like that, but you’d have to be blind not to notice how good her arse looked in that dress. Did she work out? It looked firm. So did her calves. Her black stilettos accentuated them perfectly.

And her scent. I’d noticed it when she came to my place last night and when I went downstairs this morning it still lingered in the air.

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