Page 32 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

“They put the two of you in the same room?” I asked.

William nodded. “Someone overbooked, so we’re having to share one of the large suites.”

Courtney raised her eyebrow again, and I could practically hear the gears turning. She was probably trying to find a way to get us tossed out so she could have her own suite.

To my surprise, William spoke. “Logan, what are you doing in Alaska?”

“I run a restaurant,” I said in a steady voice.

Victoria nudged my elbow and gave me what I could only describe as a smolder. “I was thrilled that Logan arranged things at his restaurants?” she emphasized the plural s“?so he could come this weekend.”

What was she doing? Was this payback for the ambush outside? The sound of pumping blood rushed through my ears as Victoria grabbed my collar and pulled me down for another kiss. It was short but somehow more sensual as she moved away but kept eye contact the whole time. I could seriously get lost in that gaze.

William let out a grunt, and they went into their room.

Victoria’s door clicked open, and she pushed it aside.

We walked into a sitting room. Black replaced the red of the lobby, accented by cream and gold. A half-circle couch occupied one half of the room, with sleek chairs and a fireplace with a television hanging above it on the opposite end. Windows covered one wall, and a sliding door led out onto a deck which overlooked the bay.

Victoria let go of my hand, which caused a shot of cold to run up my arm. “I think we’re now connected at the hip.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, we’re dating. By our greeting, I’d say it’s pretty serious.” She folded her arms across her stomach and glared at me. Although the edges of her lips were fighting the curl that would take them into a smirk.

A blush crawled up my neck at the recollection of our kissing, and I scratched at the stubble on my chin. “Sorry about that.”

“What are we going to tell people now that we’re sharing a room?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?” I’d assumed I’d move to my hotel as soon as I could check in.

“Your ex is going to wonder what’s up if she never sees you coming out ofoursuite.”

That’s an angle I hadn’t considered.

“Good thing there’s a master bed and a couch.” Victoria pointed. “The couch is all yours.”

I tilted my head, trying to imagine curling into a C shape to fit on it.

Then I pictured Victoria sitting next to me, snuggled into my side as we heckled a movie and ate snacks I’d prepared. Then we’d chat about whatever came to mind and laugh until our sides hurt. I jumped as Victoria interrupted my daydream.

“Don’t worry, it pulls out farther. I used it last night to watch a couple of shows.”

I could still cut this off. We didn’t have to stay together. Only this room—even if I did have to sleep on the couch—was way nicer than mine. Also, it would give me plenty of time to spend with Victoria. Which is why I had come.

I needed to forget Courtney and focus on the woman I was actually interested in.

Just to make sure she knew that I understood my place, I spoke in a robot voice and said, “It is adequate.”

Victoria snorted as she gave me a serious look. “There’s only one bathroom, and the jetted tub is mine.”

“Are you saying that I’m not allowed to take a bath?”

“You can use it, but only with an hour’s notice. And don’t come crying to me if there isn’t any hot water, because I plan to be in that thing twice a day if possible.”

I was fairly certain that the hotel had an unlimited supply of hot water but decided not to bring it up. Especially since I started to wonder how Victoria would look in a tub full of bubbles. That wasn’t a road I needed to go down right now, so I cleared my throat and said, “Yes, ma’am. Speaking of the bathroom, do I have permission to relieve my bladder?” I’d been so anxious to get here, I hadn’t stopped between getting off the plane and arriving.

“Permission granted,” Victoria said.

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