Page 30 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
Were date-for-hire males called escorts? Or did that only apply to females?
Focus, Gwen. Focus.“I’m fine. I just had an allergy attack, so I took two Benadryl…” I lifted my fingers, confirmed that I was holding up two and then turned them to her. Not really sure why I felt the need to do that, and the harder I tried to show how fine I was, the harder it became. “He’s my boyfriend, so it’s not like he’s drugged me and dragged me here to take advantage of me. And look at him…” I poked his cheek, taking in his handsome face with a longing sigh. “Really it’s me taking advantage of the chance to be with a guy this ridiculously hot.”
Evan grabbed my hand and folded it into his. “I, uh, think that’s enough helping, babe.”
The exasperation in his voice sent a twinge through me—hello, I was just trying to help! But then he smiled down at me, dropped a quick kiss on my forehead, and tucked me closer, soothing my momentary hurt feelings.
“She’ll be fine as soon as she gets some sleep,” he said. “I’m going to watch her closely, and if she doesn’t improve, I’m taking her to a hospital, I swear.”
“It’s true. He’s been a pain in the ass about trying to get me to a hospital for the entire drive here. However long it was.”
Evidently she believed us or decided it was above her pay grade, because she began typing away on her computer, inputting the information Evan gave her. My attention drifted, my thoughts going hazy, and my damn eyelids tried to close again.
Okay, they succeeded.
The jostling of Evan reaching for the hotel keycards jerked me back to semi-consciousness.
“You’re all set, Ethan,” the desk clerk said, her voice way too perky. “The elevator is right around the corner, and breakfast is from six to ten-thirty.”
“Evan,” I automatically corrected, even though where to get breakfast tomorrow was obviously the most important part of her spiel.
“Enjoy your stay.”
I patted Evan’s firm chest. “Oh, I plan to.”
