Page 16 of The Fake Play

“Maybe. Or maybe I just haven't found the right girl.” His expression turns serious for a moment, eyes deeply penetrating mine. He’s good but I’ve been around enough of his type to know better.

The air between us thickens, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from mine, and my breath catches in my throat. But instead of closing the distance, I poke his nose with my finger, breaking the moment.

“What the—?” He blinks.

“I already turned you down once. How many times do I have to do it before you get the hint?”

He laughs, leaning back in his chair. “One more time.”

I roll my eyes, unable to control the small smile tugging at my lips. He really is impossible.

As the night wears on, the lone paparazzi girl is joined by a few others in the crowded bar. I also notice that Luke is starting to get a little buzzed. His movements have become looser andhis speech has slowed. He’s not drunk but it’s enough to worry me. The last thing I need is him getting behind the wheel and getting a DUI. That would be a PR nightmare, and it would be on me.

I stand, grabbing my bag. “Come on, I'm driving you home.”

“You're my chauffeur now? I thought you were my nanny.”

“Just for tonight.” I offer him my hand. “Let's go.”

He grumbles but takes my hand, letting me help him up. The drive back to his place is quiet, the tension from earlier lingering between us. When we finally get to his condo, I help him inside and guide him to his room without looking around much.

Once under the covers, he teases, “You gotta tuck me in.”

“Are you serious?”

“All my other chauffeurs do.”

“God, how much does that service cost?”

He grins, lying back. “Come on, just a platonic cuddle. I haven't had anyone to cuddle with in a very long time, and if you don't get into bed with me, I might leave and go for a drive.”

“Are you really blackmailing me with the possibility of going for a drive and getting a DUI, just so you can get a platonic cuddle?”

He holds up his hands in mock innocence. “I would never. That would be very, very wrong.”

With an exaggerated sigh, I sit down on the bed next to him. There’s a blanket between us, so I figure I’m safe enough. “Fine, but you're staying under that blanket, and I'm staying over it.”

He grins in triumph, shifting closer to me to spoon me as I lay down beside him. His body is warm, and despite my better judgment, I relax against him. His breathing slows, and after a while, I doze off. He’s deep in sleep, heavy drunken snores filling the room.

Then, I feel it. A subtle shift, the unmistakable pressure of him hardening behind me. I stiffen, suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of his body pressing against mine.

Slowly, carefully, I extricate myself from his embrace, my heart racing as I slowly slide off the bed and head into his condo. His bedroom is on the other side, far away from the living areas, so I’m not too worried about making noise.

I didn’t bring much with me—just a few suitcases. I planned to have movers deliver my bed, but the spare room is set up as a guest bedroom, complete with a proper suite of dark gray furniture and a king bed. A duplicate to his bedroom.

Once I’m unpacked, I crawl into bed. I keep staring at the ceiling, unsure what to think about my situation. The trouble is, Luke is likable. And cute. No wonder the previous handler bombed the job.

I need to watch my ass around him or I’ll screw up, too.

Chapter 7

Luke

It started as a dream. One of those vivid fantasies that felt real enough to touch. Keke's face was there, hovering just above mine, her green eyes filled with amusement, her lips close enough to taste. They were softer and sweeter than I had expected, better. She moaned in my mouth as I deepened the kiss.

I could feel the weight of her body pressed against mine, her warm breath teasing the skin of my neck. The way she moved slowly and sensually drove me crazy, every shift of her hips sending jolts of heat down my spine. I could feel her tight, wet pussy as she sat back on my cock, her tits bouncing with every movement. I sat up and buried my face between them as she wrapped her arms around me to keep me close.

Too good. It all felt too fucking good.

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