Page 30 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
I'm thankful that she's been herself, a normal person to hang out with. A relief after those strained, chemistry-charged moments that always seem to hang between me and Jace.
Leaning over, I kiss her smack on her lips.
Oops.
"You'll make Craig jealous." She giggles. "You sure you'll be okay?"
"Of course." My voice is vehement, but she doesn't seem convinced.
I reach for another glass of champagne from a passing waiter only to have her rap me on my knuckles.
"Hey."
I pull back, fingers curled.
When she raises her eyebrows in warning, I shut up.
"I'll find Jace and send him to you. You stay right here, and remember we are meeting at the hotel lobby tomorrow." With a last warning look, she leaves.
I hiccough, but stay on the couch.
The crowd has grown considerably over the past hour. The heat is suffocating, pressing in on my skin. Sweat breaks out on my brow, and I wipe it off. A shout from the swimming pool draws my attention there, in time to see a man and woman fall into it, their lips still locked.
Even as a warning goes off in my head, I'm up and moving toward the pool.
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Sienna
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By the time I reach the edge of the pool, the world is whirling around me. I grab the thing closest to me to steady myself, which turns out to be a man. One I recognize.
He's tall and lean, with broad shoulders. He grins as he steadies me, his hands lingering on my forearms.
Violet eyes look down at me.
He's built like a model.
Seeing him in these brief swimming trunks stretched across his front pings a message to my head.
Hell, he is a model. An underwear model. One well-known, too, given I now recall seeing his face in many magazines. And he's holding my arms, looking at me as if he wants to take me to bed.
Except I've seen him with Jace. Know he feels something for him. He'd looked at Jace as if he was still in love with him.
And I'm perilously close developing an attraction for Jace, too.
He wipes the drop of sweat that trickles down my temple.
"Fancy a dip to cool off?" he says in a pronounced American drawl.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I know a bad pick up line when I see one, even when I am tipsy.
He grins down at me. The skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes. He's perfect. Too perfect?enough to make me want to reach out and touch his cheek to check that he is real.
He slides his finger down my arm.
"Well, what do you say, gorgeous? You ready to take a dip and show these people exactly what a party is all about?"
