Page 32 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

I roll my eyes. For crying out loud, she’s already got us having kids.

“Does he work in finance like Aiden?”

“Mom, he’s—”

Before I can finish, Byron pulls Mom’s hand. “Let’s head out to the pool area. Lunch will be served soon.”

We make our way to the indoor pool room. It’s more than a room. I let out a laugh when we enter what can best be described as a giant atrium. It’s an indoor space that’s made to look like it’s outdoors. It’s practically a courtyard in a glass enclosure. Thereare larger and smaller tables. There must be at least twenty chaise lounges. The pool has rock formations, a diving board, a slide, and a waterfall.

Trey looks around wide-eyed. “Wow, this is nuts.”

We drop our bags on a chair and Trey removes his shirt. What in the ever-loving fuck? He’s ripped. His muscles have muscles. He has one of those V-lines into his swim trunks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that on a real man, only cover model men.

He’s so hot. I have to turn around so I’m not obviously drooling over him.

I’m about to unzip my velvet sweatshirt when I feel his heat behind me. “Let me do that for you, baby.” He whispers in my ear, “I’m practicing, remember?”

I nod before he slowly unzips my top in a manner that can best be described as erotic. His hands brush across my stomach, and he kisses my neck while doing it. My whole body shivers from his unexpected contact.

He bends and removes my matching bottoms. His fingers run down my legs as he does so. It suddenly feels extremely hot in here.

I look down. My nipples might poke a hole in the bathing suit. I did opt for a one-piece. It seemed silly to wear a bikini indoors. It’s white with ruffles. It’s very pretty but does little to hide how turned on I am by his touch.

With his hands on my waist, he turns me around and moves his eyes up and down my body. He breathes, “You’re so beautiful.”

I swallow. “Umm…you don’t have to say that. No one can hear you.”

He looks down at me as his eyes meet mine. “Would you prefer I shout it?”

Before I can answer, Amelie walks over to us in the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen. Her nipples are bigger than the tiny triangles attempting to cover them. She holds out her bottle of suntanlotion. “Trey, would you mind putting this on my back? I can’t reach.”

She turns her back in encouragement. Oh my god. She’s wearing a freakin’ thong. Is that really necessary for an indoor pool party?

Trey doesn’t break eye contact with me as he replies, “We’re indoors. You don’t need any.”

She scrunches her face. “Oh…well…it’s moisturizer too. I tend to get dry in the colder months.”

Again, not breaking eye contact with me, he says, “Then ask your boyfriend. I’m busy.” He turns his head to her and gives her an icy stare. “I don’t make it a habit of touching women who aren’t my girlfriend. I’m also not a fan of childish, obvious games. I’m here with Gemma today. Respect that and be on your way.”

Her face falls in horror and she practically stomps away.

I think I’m panting. Is this Trey or him trying to be a book boyfriend? Either way, I don’t think he needs my services. He’s got being a sexy book boyfriend down cold. He could write the fucking manual.

Byron and Mom approach us. Mom looks me up and down. “Pretty suit, Gemma. It looks nice on you. Where did you get it?”

I snap out of my Trey trance and turn to her. “Thanks, Mom. I bought it in the South of France last year.”

Trey stands next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder as he pulls me close. “She looks good in everything, doesn’t she? I’ve never met a woman who always looks so perfect. She could make a garbage bag fashionable and sexy.”

Mom raises an eyebrow. “Let’s hope we never have to find out.”

Byron smiles. “What is it you do, Trey?”

“I own a plumbing business.”

Mom’s face immediately falls. “Oh. Not your normal type, Gemma.”

I’m suddenly feeling defensive of Trey and annoyed with mymother. I wrap my arm around Trey’s waist. Fucking hell, his body is rock solid.

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