Page 78 of The Match Faker

‘If I was kissing you for real, sweetheart, you wouldn’t be able to stand or see straight right now.’

And the thing was, I believed him. That kiss was… everything.

It had ended a few minutes ago and my body was still tingling. And my knickers were soaked.

If that was pretend, imagine how my body would react to the real thing.

And that was a problem. Because even though I knew a real kiss with Liam would ruin me, I was desperate to have him. Properly.

As Liam held my gaze, every inch of my body lit up like a fireworks display.

‘I should… use the bathroom,’ I said, my breath still ragged.

‘Okay. Dinner will be ready in ten.’

I walked out of the kitchen as quickly as my legs would carry me.

This was my fault. If I hadn’t mentioned that Trudy suggested we should practise kissing, I’d never have felt his soft lips, touched his firm arse or felt his hard dick pressed against me.

I started climbing the stairs, then paused midway.

Hold on.

Liam had said it was pretend. But he was hard. Very hard. Which meant he must have enjoyed our kiss, more than just a little bit.

Was Trudy right? Did Liam really like me?

No. I continued up the stairs. That was just a natural biological reaction. If he liked me, he wouldn’t have stopped. I mean, this was Liam the man whore we were talking about. He’d never pass up the opportunity for a quick shag. And it was pretty obvious from the way I’d pulled him into me that I wouldn’t have turned him down.

There was no point denying it. That kiss may have started as practice, but by the end of it, I would’ve spread myself open for him in a heartbeat.

I’d wanted Liam last night. But right now, I craved him. And I didn’t know what to do about it.

We’d be sleeping in the same bed together again tonight. I could make a move, but if he rejected me, it’d make everything so awkward. Especially with the interview coming up.

Everything needed to go smoothly. I couldn’t jeopardise my chances. Otherwise all of this would’ve been for nothing.

I had to keep these illicit thoughts out of my head.

In just five days, the interview would be over and I’d be a step closer to winning the prize money.

The day was finally here. In eight hours, Susie would be at Liam’s house and the interview would finally be underway.

Things had been a bit awkward at dinner last Wednesday night when we’d first kissed. It’d improved when I’d suggested we should get our stories straight about how we’d rekindled our ‘long-lost love’ after Liam had returned to London.

After about half an hour, I could see that Liam could barely keep his eyes open, so suggested he go to sleep and said I’d clear up the kitchen.

When I’d crept up to bed, he was fast asleep and when I woke up the following morning, he’d gone to Paris.

The cleaner gave me a knowing grin when I’d emerged from the bedroom, so it was a smart move for me to sleep in his bed. I’d hidden the air mattress in his wardrobe. I’d return it to the shop when I got time.

Although Liam was away, we’d messaged every day. Multiple times. He’d send me funny memes and check I was okay in the house alone and I’d ask how the shoot was going and to send photos. He’d sent pics of the French food, which looked nice, but I would’ve preferred photos of him. Anything to help me relive that panty-melting kiss.

Liam was coming back later this afternoon, though, so we’d have to sleep in the same bed again. And I wasn’t going to lie. If his dick accidentally slipped inside me, I wouldn’t be sorry about it.

‘All set for tonight?’ Trudy asked, popping some grapes in her mouth.

‘I think so.’ I logged out of my emails and faced her. ‘We did a mini rehearsal last week.’

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