Page 60 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

I wanted to ask William if he was dating anyone but didn’t feel like it was my place. I’d been worried that he might bring up what had happened the last time I’d seen him, but he hadn’t said anything about that day at the country club. The least I could do would be to keep my nose out of his love life.

Victoria spotted us and waved. “Hey!”

The crowd of excited women parted, and I got a good look at Greta, who wore a red headband like she was Rambo. The smeared makeup?probably due to sweating?made the comparison complete.

I stopped to wait for Victoria, Hannah, and Greta. William gave me another small nod and started toward his sister.

Too bad. It would have been fun to try to get him to talk through lunch.

Hannah spotted her husband, gave me a wave, and jogged past me.

“How was it?” Victoria asked as she slid her hand into the crook of my elbow.

Her arm pressed up against me, and my waning strength returned full force.Being near her energized me. Touching her electrified me.“Careful, I’m sweaty.”

“Same.”

Greta looked over her shoulder. “Is Keith coming?”

Victoria shook her head.

“Who?” I asked.

“Keith, our dance instructor.”

Greta fanned her face with her hand. “That boy is making me hot.”

“Oh my,” I said.

Victoria leaned in a whispered loudly in my ear. “She’s been like this since he walked in.”

Greta nodded. “Pretty sure those jeans were sculpted to his perfectly muscular back side.”

A few of the women around us giggled.

Victoria grinned up at me, and for a second, I got a little jealous.

“You guys had a male dance instructor?” I asked.

“Don’t worry.” Victoria patted my arm. “He only had eyes for Greta.”

“After I told him she was taken.” Greta pointed at Victoria.

Technically, she wasn’t taken, and any man in his right mind would pay attention to Victoria when she was in the room. I’d have to find a way to thank Greta for having my back, even if she might be denying Victoria the chance at a real boyfriend.

Not a fake one like me.

“What did you guys do?” Victoria asked as we made our way into the restaurant and sat on opposite sides of the table indicated.

Unlike most hotel restaurants, which felt more like buffet lines than anything else, this place screamed classy and expensive. Like it belonged downtown and only let people in who used the valet to park their Lamborghinis.

We got a table for four, but Greta waved as she walked away. “I need to harass some of the other relatives.”

“Good luck,” Victoria said.

That got a wink out of the older woman.

“Well, if we’re going to be alone, then I’m coming over there.” Before I knew what she was doing, Victoria rose and moved to sit next to me instead of across from me. When she got settled, she whispered, “This way we can gossip without people hearing.”

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