Page 16 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
“I meant it.”
The space between my thighs tingles from his answer. “But you hate me too much.”
“Right.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on. Hate sex is the best. I’m good in bed. I’d make you beg to come.”
He laughs against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers all through me. “I am going toloveusing this against you when you sober up.”
“Leave me out here to die,” I mumble.
“You are so melodramatic.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
“Too late. You’ve caused quite the scene.”
“Tory will be mad with me. This week is meant to be all about her and Phoebe. Let go of me. I’ll stay out here till everyone leaves the beach.”
“That’s not an option,” he says, carrying me closer to shore. “The second I let go of you, you’ll drown.”
“Adrian for the win. Woo! The ultimate revenge: death. Do it. Kill me.”
“Who would I have left to taunt?”
“I’ll come back from the grave to haunt you. I’ll be a poltergeist, so technically you can taunt me too.”
He thinks about this for a moment but keeps pushing through the water.
“I have a reputation to uphold.” It’s my only bargaining chip left. Though it’s the worst case to plead; Adrian will love ruining my reputation. This is why he’s rescuing me, so he can watch my demise. “Adrian, please. I can’t have them see me like this. Especially not Jake.”
“Pretend to be asleep. I’ll carry you past them.”
“That’s a stupid plan.”
“Do you have a better one?” he asks.
“I’ve already told you all my plans.”
“Verena, turning into a ghost is not a plan.”
We’re so close to the shore that the water sits around Adrian’s waist now. This is happening, whether or not I like it.
“Ugh, fine.” I give in, closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest. “Don’t get any ideas about touching my boobs.”
“Don’t disgust me.”
There’s a flock of people around us the instant Adrian steps onto land. All I can hear is a variation of people asking if I’m all right and if we should call a doctor. Stacy’s voice is the most distinct, suggesting she research rehab facilities.
“She’s fine,” Adrian dismisses, walking us through the crowd. “A night swim gone wrong. I’ll take her back to her room and she can sleep this off.”
Pretend to be asleep.
Pretend to be asleep.
Those four words are all that pass through my mind as Adrian carries me to the resort. I should win an Oscar for these magnificent acting skills. My brain falls for the ruse and I’m asleep before we reach my bungalow.
ChapterSix
