Page 54 of Renegade Roomie

Me, jealous? Never. But I would never leave my fake girlfriend alone for long.

When I return, the circle has grown, to include more crusty bachelors, all gazing at Callie in adoration as she holds court with stories from work.

“Now, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you gentlemen,” she’s saying, “but never buy your wife and girlfriend jewelry from the same store. Because when she comes to return it, you just know she’s going to see the extra baubles on your account!”

They all laugh. I maneuver back beside her. “Here, honeybun,” I say, handing her the glass—and slipping a possessive hand around her waist.

You know, like any good fake boyfriend would.

“Thank you.” She tilts her head up to me, eyes sparkling under the chandeliers. “You take such good care of me,” she adds, a teasing smile on her lips. “Bringing me drinks, taking me birding, picking leeches off my skin.”

“I aim to please.”

I can’t take my eyes off her lips. Callie flushes, like she knows exactly what I’m thinking, but she can’t. Because the thoughts running through my mind right now are triple-X-rated.

Quadruple-X.

Whatever the hell comes after quadruple.

Callie leans closer, reaching up to softly brush my lips with hers.

Fuck.

Only the fact we’re surrounded by people stops me from picking her up and slamming her against the nearest wall. Dropping to my knees, parting her thighs, and—

“Do you think she bought it?” Callie pulls back and murmurs.

“What?” I stare at her, totally blank.

At least, my mind is blank. My dick, on the other hand… It has plenty of ideas.

She nods to where Zelda is keeping watch from the other side of the room. Which isn’t exactly what I was thinking; but works as a cold shower for my lustful thoughts, at the very least.

Right. The act.

“Uh huh,” I manage, trying to loosen my bowtie. It’s way too hot in here. Hot, and steamy, and—

“Dash, Callie, what a handsome couple you make.” Zelda joins the group.

“Thank you…” Callie says it cautiously, like she’s expecting something else, but grandma would never make a scene in public. She’s too busy chatting up Mr and Mrs. Horsfall-Hutchins about the community center tonight’s gala is in aid of.

“Callie volunteers for a center like this in New York, don’t you?” I pitch in, wanting to remind Zelda of her good work—and not just her naked ass.

“Is that so?” Zelda looks surprised.

Callie nods. “I’ve been volunteering with the Eastside Womens’ Center for a while now. It’s a great organization, I wish I could do more.”

“Well, you’re certainly doing more than my grandson,” Zelda says with a laugh. “I swear, if it doesn’t come with a VIP pass, or free beer on tap, he’s not interested.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” I reply, smiling. “I’m more of a fine whiskey kind of guy.”

They all laugh.

“What are you up to, these days?” Mr Horsfall asks me, but Zelda speaks up in reply.

“Oh, you know Dash. Winter in Aspen, summer in St Tropez. I often think I should just copy the schedule for the Victoria Secret cover shoots to keep track!”

More laughter. “Send me a copy,” I crack, smiling broadly. “I’ve lost mine.”

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