Page 49 of Waiting for Acceptance
“Okay, well what do you suggest becausetalkingisn’t much better either.”
“We just tell the truth,” he says, like it’s just the most obvious answer in the world.
“The truth? The truth is that we slept together 10 months ago, you started working with me, made my life a living hell for seven months and now we’re fake dating.”
“Okay, smartass, a half-truth. That we’ve been working together for a while and were interested in each other and now we’re dating.” I narrow my eyes.
“Fine. But you were interested first. And you had to win me over.” I tip my chin up and he leans over the armrest between us, making my heart skip a beat.
“Ah. Made me work for it, did you?” My eyes fall to his lips and I absentmindedly lick my own.
“That’s right.” He nods slowly, his lips turning down. Then he beckons me closer and I freaking lean in. We’re practically nose to nose and now his eyes are the ones to drop.
“And just how hard did I work for it?”
“Hmm.Decentlyhard.I’d say it took you at leastthreetimes to get it right. The first two just…mm, didn’t do it for me.” His glacier eyes ignite and I can’t help but be proud of myself forfinallypressinghisbuttons. He takes a deep breath and his nostrils flare as he sits back in his seat.
“You’re very lucky thisisall fake, Trouble.” He rubs his hand along his jaw and despite hardly being able to look away from his arms, I frown.
“Why?” He leans back in, his lips closer to my ear this time.
“Because if you werereallymine, I’d fuck that bratty mouth of yours until you could recall that night properly.” My heart hammers against my chest so hard I feel like it might jump outthe window. Then, before I have to scramble to say something to hide how flustered I’ve become, the overhead speaker dings and the crew begins going over the safety procedures.
I’ve flown plenty of times before so I don’t worry too much when I completely zone out during the informational portion but I’m reeled back in when I feel Fitz’s hands around my waist. I look down at the same time my seat belt clicks.
“Looked like you were a little…distracted. Safety first, Sweetheart. You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
“You think I would rather die in a plane crash than pretend to date you?” I level him with a stare.
Like, be so for real right now.
“Most days, yes.” I roll my eyes, pull my headphones out of my carry-on, and put them over my ears, staring straight at him without saying a word as I select today’s playlist. I smile when I look down to see Adele is up next on the mix. Then I close my eyes and lean my head back on my seat. Though I only get about two songs in before he does that godforsaken forehead tap thing again.
“I will bite your fingers off if you keep doing that.”
“That seems a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” I pull my headphones down and pause the song playing.
“What’s up?” He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.
“Well, while I’m glad we got our backstory covered, there are other things we should discuss.” I cross my legs, able to fully face him in this big-ass first-class seat.
“Like what?”
“Pretty much anything. We should probably get to know each other a little better, don’t you think?”
“I’d say I know youprettywell.” I give him an unamused smirk and he just nods.
“What’s my favorite food?”
“What?” I scoff.
“My favorite food, what is it?”
“That’s not fair. I know you in work ways. Not in friendly, personal ways.”
“What about my coffee order? Birthday? How long I’ve worked in real estate? Where I went to college?” I stare at him as he rambles off question after question that I don’t even kind of know. “These are all things a girlfriend would know, Trouble.”
“Okay fine. Point made. Do you want to go back and forth with the answers?” His brows draw together.
