Page 17 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

“This is so exciting, Gem. You’re the first of us to meet with a BBB client. Do you know what kind of book boyfriend you want him to be? A sweet cinnamon roll type, or an alpha dirty man?Roar.”

“Did you just claw at me even though I can’t see you?”

She giggles. “Yes. It’s so thrilling that we get to mold men. Well? Which is it?”

“Hmm. I think I need to get to know him first. I don’t want to make him into something he’s not. Don’t we simply want to help draw out the best in these guys? And teach them to better read women and their needs? I don’t think we should be helping men dupe women.”

I mouth, “Thank you,” to the waiter as he refills my drink.

“So…you won’t tell him to bend her over, spank her, and go straight to anal on the first date?”

I burst out laughing. “Oh my god. You’re terrible. Maybe I’ll just tell him therealsecret to every woman’s heart and pants. We all want men with pierced cocks.” I sarcastically add, “I know I only sleep with men who have dick piercings. Everything else is bearable if they make us black out when we come.”

She moans. “Umm. That sounds like heaven.”

I moan too. “I know, and—”

My conversation is interrupted by a tap on the shoulder followed by a raspy, deep voice. “Excuse me.”

I turn around and am completely dumbfounded. Before me is the most objectively attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall and muscular, with dark hair and blue eyes. His face is full ofsexy scruff, but it’s the chin dimple that truly catches my attention.Fuuuck. Is Santa filling my stocking early this year?

I actually blink a few times, thinking I might be dreaming about the man staring at me. Am I being pranked right now? I don’t see any cameras. Maybe my vibrator manifested this.

My mouth fills with saliva. I gulp it down before responding, “Can…can…I help you?”

He holds out his hand. “I’m Trey. Your…umm…client. I recognize you from your videos.”

“You’reTrey Donatucci? My new client?” There’s no way.

He smiles sexily. “I am.”

The slovenly middle-aged man sitting next to me at the bar clears his throat, loud enough to gain my attention. Looking my body up and down, he licks his lips and says, “Oh, I didn’t realize you’re one ofthosekinds of girls. Can I get an appointment after him? I’d like to be aclienttoo.” He air quotes the wordclient.

Before I can register the insult, Trey grabs the man by the shirt and pushes him against the bar. “This is a business meeting, asshole. Does she look like that type of woman?”

They both visibly take in my hunter-green designer Prada business suit. It’s one of my most conservative outfits. I’m even wearing a red Hermes scarf around my neck. Short of wearing a bonnet, I couldn’t possibly look any more conservative. There’s certainly nothing about me to suggestcall girl.

Trey glares back at the guy, bringing his face within an inch of the man’s. He practically growls, yes growls, “Fucking apologize to her.”

Nope, my panties aren’t soaked right now.

The man, much smaller than Trey, looks scared to death. “I’m…I’m sorry, ma’am.”

I can only wordlessly nod. I breathe into the phone, “Later, Lib.”

She yells out, “No. I want to listen. That was so fucking h—”

I end the call and gain a little composure before glaring at theman at the bar. “Be careful how you speak to women and the assumptions you make. For example, I’m assuming right now that you’re not very well endowed and potentially suffer from a little premature ejaculation issue. But perhaps I’m wrong.”

I innocently smile and bat my eyelashes.

Trey lets out a laugh but hasn’t let go of him yet. The man still looks terrified. Frankly, I don’t care about the stranger or what he said. I’m focused on reining in the throb between my legs at this entire alpha display.

Realizing the situation needs to be defused, I quickly throw my bag over my shoulder, grab my drink, leave too much cash for the bartender, and slide off the stool. “Trey, let’s get a table so we can talk. I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding between us.”

He nods as he releases the man, who breathes a sigh of relief.

Trey follows me as I flag down the hostess and secure a table as far away from the bar as possible. Trey is so close behind me that I can smell his delicious aftershave. It’s invading my senses. Who smells this good? What the hell is happening?

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