Page 80 of The Match Faker

My stomach flipped. That was like asking a kid if they liked ice cream.

Sign. Me. Up.

‘Great idea!’

I barely had a chance to catch my breath before Liam crushed his lips on mine. I parted my mouth and he slid his tongue inside.

‘Oh God,’ I groaned. ‘Don’t stop.’

Liam pushed me against the wall and I ran my hands down his arse, then lifted my leg up and wrapped it around his body.

I squeezed my eyes shut. There was nothing fake about the goosebumps that had erupted over every inch of my skin.

‘Fuck,’ Liam growled, trailing kisses along my neck and down my chest before hitching my dress up around my waist.

Just as he reached for my knickers, the doorbell rang.

‘Shit!’ I lowered my leg. ‘That must be Susie. She’s early.’

‘I need to shower. You okay to let her in?’

‘Course. But be quick.’

‘I usually like to take my time, but I’ll do my best…’ He smirked, then walked to the en suite.

My legs turned to jelly. I’d love nothing more than Liam to take his time… in bed with me.

Once I’d composed myself, I raced downstairs and opened the door. Susie was standing there with a tall, stern-looking man with dark hair and thick black-rimmed glasses.

‘Hi! Welcome!’ I gestured for them to come in.

‘Hello. Nice lipstick…’ She smiled as she stepped inside.

‘Thanks! Thought I’d try a new shade.’ It was the same daring red I’d worn for my date with Liam. I liked the confidence boost it gave me.

‘What a lovely home.’ Susie scanned the surroundings as they followed me through to the lounge.

‘Thanks,’ I repeated. I was so grateful I was able to invite them here. If they saw where I was really living, there was no way they’d put me through to the finals. ‘It’s Liam’s. Sort of—well, it’s his fr—’

‘And will Mr Stone be joining us this evening?’ the guy interrupted, saving me from babbling on about it being Liam’s friend’s house and not his.

‘Yes! We were just in the bedroom—I mean, not like that… he just got back from a shoot in Paris, so he’s having a shower. In the bathroom, that’s in the bedroom. You know. The en suite.’

Oh God.

So much for keeping my answers short.

Susie and the man glared at me like I was crazy. I didn’t blame them. Maybe that glass of wine I’d had earlier to ‘relax me’ wasn’t a good idea. Speaking of wine…

‘Can I get you a drink? Wine, water, juice?’

‘A glass of white wine would be lovely!’ Susie chirped.

‘Mineral water for me. Room temperature. With a slice of lemon.’

‘Coming right up!’

I darted out of the room. As I passed the mirror, I gasped. My lipstick was smeared around my mouth, chin and cheeks.

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