Page 15 of How To Fake A Fiancé

As much as I’m enjoying the moment though, I shift uncomfortably where I stand, feeling Ian’s stare as he stands beside me. Of all the hookups I could have awkwardly run into, why did it have to be him?

I quickly try to leave, but before I can, Ian stands in front of me. Towers over me. His piercing eyes have me frozen where I am.

“So… Kami,” he says with a smile. “I have to say it’s nice to put a beautiful face with such a gorgeous name.” He chuckles. “And I was beginning to think your name was That Sassy Latina.”

I hesitate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh, but you do.”

I look around the bar to see if anyone is seeing this, but everyone is too distracted to notice. “Look, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but this isn’t funny.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no game. I’d like to go out with you sometime.”

“Sorry, pal. That’s not how a one-night stand works.”

“Who says it can’t be more? We did meet on a dating app.”

I shake my head. “So what? We hooked up. That’s it. Why complicate things?”

“And that was possible because we met on a dating app. If you just wanted to hook up, why would you use a dating app?”

I get where he’s coming from, but that’s just how hookup culture is.

“Most people use dating apps to hook up all the time. Just because they say it’s a dating app, doesn’t mean people use it like one.”

“And just because most people use the app to hook up, doesn’t mean we have to do the same,” he points out.

Does he want to get to know me because I’m interesting, or does he just want to get laid? I try to focus on this question yet can’t help but notice how close his face is to mine. His lips inches away from touching mine. The thought of his hands—and mouth—all over me again consumes almost my every thought.

God dammit, not now. Keep yourself in check.

As good as the sex was, I can’t let him have me. Not again.

I do my best to shove down my growing desire. “Let me make something clear. Our time together was a fling and nothing more.”

He pauses, scanning me. “You say you’re not interested…yet your body is telling me otherwise.”

Holy crap. It’s like he can read my mind. “Did you not hear what I—”

“I heard what you said,” he interrupts. “But letmemake something clear. When I see something I like, I never give up until it’s mine. You are no exception.”

That’s actually kind of hot.

I shake my head. “Yeah, well, you should give up now because I’m not looking for commitment.” I can function perfectly fine without a long-term relationship.

He crosses his arms over his muscular chest. Damn, how is this man making me all but come undone, and he hasn’t even touched me? “I don’t think that’s true. And, hun…that just makes you more interesting to me.”

I should be creeped out. I should be seeing red flags galore, yet there’s a part of me that tightens with excitement at his insistence. Like the damsel in distress to the knight in shining armor.

I roll my eyes, pretending he doesn’t faze me. “Go find interests somewhere else, because you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

He hit a nerve last night. More than I care to admit. And the more he pokes at that nerve, the more vulnerable I feel.

I’m scared he sees everything I’ve spent years trying to hide behind an emotional wall I built so long ago. I tried holding back, but the more pleasure he gave, the harder it wasnotto give in. To do that all over again, I might as well wave the white flag before the battle has even begun.

“Keep telling yourself that, but I remember you crying out my name over and over and over…”

I shake my head. “Okay, okay shut up.”

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