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“We won’t be late.”
“We?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, fighting the oncoming headache.
“I told you I was bringing someone with me this weekend. My girlfriend. Remember? The one you don’t think exists.” Lauren walks through the room, just as I’m reminding my father of this detail he managed to forget, pursing her lips and giving a little eye roll. I can’t wait to see how she handles him. All that fierce, strong attitude handling the awful Weston Fitzgerald. I raise a brow at her, making her eyes widen because she knows she’s been caught. I can’t help but smile when she holds a hand up to cover her eyes.
“Got it?” My dad’s voice interrupts my moment with Lauren—again—and the smile falls from my face immediately.
“Sure. See you later.” I hang up the phone with no idea what it is he thinks Igot, and I genuinely don’t care. I roll out of bed and join Lauren in the bathroom, seeing her with a fluffy headband that has a bow on top.
“Shut up. It’s so I don’t get product in my hair.” She holds a finger up at me then continues rubbing something foamy all over her face.
“I wasn’t going to say anything. But I do have to pee, so…” She looks over at the toilet then back at me, but not before her eyes fall to my cock that is, in fact, hard as fuck. I smirk when I see her throat work with a swallow.
“Yeah, sorry. Give me two seconds.” She shakes her head and turns back to the sink, rinsing the suds from her face before reaching for the hand towel to pat it dry. She leaves the bathroom, but about five seconds into me peeing I hear her voice so clearly I could have sworn it was coming from right beside me.
“So, to reiterate, I just hang with you today? Sit front row, smile, clap, goo-goo eye my ass off. Anything else I need to be prepared for?” I shake my head and laugh at the fact that this woman is having a full-blown conversation with me while I’m pissing.
“Um. No, not really. Nothing I can think of anyway.”
“Nothing else your past girlfriends have done you can think of?” I flush the toilet and wash my hands while I think about how to answer that.
“Nope.” She gasps when I suddenly appear behind her.
“Come on, Fitz. Give me something. You’re acting like you’ve never had a girlfriend before.” She laughs.
I tap the tip of her nose with my index finger and wink. “Such a perceptive girl.” I move past her, heading to my closet to grab my clothes for the day, but I don’t miss the way she posts up against the door frame, glaring at me with her arms crossed and her fuzzy headband still firmly in place.
“I don’t buy it. You’veneverhad a girlfriend?” I look over at her, doing my best to portray how much Idon’twant to have this conversation and her hands shoot up. “Fine. I’ll drop it.” Ten minutes later she comes out of the bathroom with her make up done and her hair still wavy but…tamed. She stops at her suitcase and looks at me, not saying anything as she takes in my tan slacks, blue dress shirt, and brown shoes.
“I thought I was supposed to be checkingyouroutfits,” I tease as she carefully thumbs through her clothes.
“I have to make sure we coordinate.” My brows pull together as I finish buttoning my shirt.
“Like, matching?”
“No. Like coordinating. I can’t wear colors that clash with yours. Couples should complement each other. We should look like we…I don’t know. Belong together.” She pulls out a dress that’s almost an exact match in color to my shoes and belt, as well as a blazer and pair of heels that match the color of my shirt. “This should work.” I grab one of the shoes from her hands and hold it up to my chest.
“These shoes are almost the exact same color as this shirt. How the hell is that even possible?” She snatches the shoe back from me.
“Do. Not. Touch. My blue. Suede. Shoes.” She heads for the bathroom. “Elvis would roll over in his grave. The audacity,” she mumbles under her breath.
Pops is gonna love her.
“Ready,” she announces as she emerges from the bathroom and I check the time. 7:15 AM. She might be the only woman I have ever met who can get ready in under an hour. “But I am starving. Please tell me breakfast is next on the list?”
“Anything you want, Sweetheart.”
CHAPTER 32
LAUREN
If there’s one thing I knew not to leave behind this morning, it was my confidence. It’s how I excel at my job, it’s how I face my parents when I’d rather do anything else, and it’s how I am going to make it through pretending to be Fitz’s girlfriend in front of his colleagues and his freakingparents. I think I might throw up.
“Sweetheart, you might want to breathe.” I glare at Fitz from the passenger seat.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’d pity the man that tried,” he mumbles and I hold my head a little higher.
