Page 22 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

I took a second long gulp of my drink before I met his gaze.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked after I’d swallowed.

His eyes never wavered from mine. “I’m deadly serious. We need to be seen together for a while so we can convince people that we’re friends. We might as well enjoy that time together. Do you want another drink? It looks like you killed that one off in a hurry.”

God, hewasn’tjoking.

“You can’t just become friends with your ex-fiancée,” I said as I dropped the straw back into my drink.

He shrugged and polished off his beer. “Why not? Our relationship started off as a friendship.”

“And we slept together after dating for only a month or two. We moved in together six months later. That’s not exactly a convincing argument.”

Yes, Tanner and I had planned on being friends in the very beginning, but we’d been so attracted to each other that we’d given up on that plan in a hurry.

He lifted a brow. “Are you worried the same thing will happen again?”

I shook my head adamantly. “No!”

Getting involved with Tanner Remington in any way would be completely insane.

Like it or not, Iwasstill physically attracted to him. So much so that I wanted to tear my clothes off and beg him to fuck me on this tiny little table right now.

Messing with that kind of attraction was dangerous.

Tanner was dangerous.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t dive into that kind of insanity again.

“There’s no reason that wecan’tbe friends,” he said stubbornly.

There were a lot of reasons we couldn’t be friends, but I wasn’t about to tell him about them since every one of them involved my rampant attraction to him.

“Not happening,” I said before I swilled the last of my drink through the tiny little useless straw.

“Are you done?” he asked as he nodded at my drink.

“Yes.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested as he rose to his feet and dropped some money on the table. “It’s getting a little noisy in here.”

As I rose, I realized that The Mug And Jug was packed, and some people were hooting and hollering from too much alcohol.

Since it was a typical Saturday night at The Mug And Jug, I hadn’t really noticed that the place was filling up and getting rowdier.

People came here to blow off steam after a long week.

He motioned for me to lead the way, and I dodged the crowd until we got outside of the bar.

“Did you drive?” he asked as we stood on the sidewalk.

“No,” I told him as I donned my fleece jacket and started walking toward my place. “My apartment is a ten minute walk from here, and I needed the exercise. Thanks for doing this tonight.”

I desperately needed some space from Tanner, and we absolutely were not going to be spending time together in the future.

I just…couldn’t.

Being this close to him again elicited so many emotions from me that it was…confusing.

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