Page 18 of Would You Rather
“For however long we’re doing this,” he starts, gesturing between us, “I don’t think we should date other people.” My brows lift, but he continues. “I don’t know your life or if you’re seeing anyone right now.” I almost scoff. “But, while we’re in this arrangement, we should cut off things with anyone else. In case someone finds out, and we get exposed.”
He seems serious, and although I want to laugh at the idea, I don’t. “Fine,” I say, turning my head when the doors open, and Ana walks in, narrowing her eyes at us.
“Everything good in here?” she asks us, her eyes shifting from me to Lucas.
Lucas flashes me a cocky grin. “Perfect.”
Chapter 8
Just go with it
“You need to relax.”
Her head whips back to face me, and she narrows her eyes. I wonder if there will ever be a day when I see a smile from this girl. I doubt it. “I’m trying,” she says, glancing behind her shoulder once again.
God damn it. She’s going to blow it.
“Come on,” I gesture to the small café ahead of us. “Let’s grab a coffee.” She’s lucky they’re not here yet. At least I don’t see them. We’re supposed to act like a happy couple, but Madeline here is making that a little hard to do.
She shakes her head. “I’ve had two already.”
My eyes widen as I stare back at her. “It’s ten thirty.”
She shrugs, letting out an aggravated sigh. “I was nervous and had the worst night’s sleep. I needed it.”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “That explains it.”
“Explains what?” she asks, her brows knitted together.
“Why you’re so jumpy,” I clarify, nudging my shoulder against hers. She rolls her eyes, but I can see a hint of a smile on there.
“I am not jumpy,” she says as she glances to the left and right.
“Are you sure about that?” My tone is filled with humor, but she doesn’t even catch it because she’s still looking around. Fuck, I need to distract her. “If not coffee, then what should we do for our first date?”
I get the reaction I was looking for when she narrows her brown eyes at me. “This is not a date.”
That’s it. Just keep looking at me.If I can manage to get her mind off the paparazzi, maybe she won’t give us away. “I don’t know about that,” I joke. “Looks like a date to me.”
Her nose scrunches as she shakes her head. “This would be the last place I would go on for a date,” she says.
“Yeah?” I ask her, rubbing a hand over my chin. “Then what would you prefer? What’s your dream first date?” She glances at me, blinking, and I let out a laugh. “Come on, I know girls think about this. Trust me, I’ve heard my sister talk about it enough.”
She smiles a little. “You have a sister?”
I nod. “She just turned thirteen and is already wiser than I’ll ever be.” Too smart for her own good, that little shit.
Madeline smirks. “It’s not hard to do,” she quips.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Stop trying to insult me and answer the question.”
Her grin settles when she breathes out a sigh. She’s quiet while we walk, but then I see her lips curve downwards. “I don’t know,” she finally says.
“Are you afraid you’ll tell me and then want me to recreate it?” I tease.
She lets out a scoff. “Never in a million years.”
Yeah, I’m starting to see that she means that, which is good. Other girls Ana hired might have wanted to date or morespecifically, sleep with me, but I know I don’t have to worry about that with Madeline.
