Page 87 of One Week Wingman

I’m just giggling at the thought of it when noise comes—footsteps and voices from the stairs.

Sebastian brushes hair from my eyes, and casually turns to the wine racks. “And of course, the 2020 vintage was especially wet,” he says loudly, shooting me a wink as we’re joined by a cluster of my old classmates.

I stifle a laugh.

“Oh cool, is this the tour?” one of them asks, looking around.

“It sure is,” Seb says brightly, as I stay skulking in the shadows, pretty certain I have ‘I just got fucked in a wine cellar’written all over my flushed, post-orgasmic face. “How about we get started up in the grape pressing room?” he says, gesturing them back to the stairs. “You can even work the press yourself!”

There’s a chorus of interest and excitement as Sebastian leads them away, sending me a smile as he does so.

I exhale in relief. Nice save.

I make sure my dress is covering everything it ought to be again, but my legs are still unsteady, courtesy of Sebastian’s mind-blowing sexual skills, so take a moment to catch my breath, perching on a stool in the corner of the cellar.

Clearly, dark, dim corners do it for us, I realize with a grin. We’ll have to make good use of the storage room at Mavericks, once we’re back in the city—

Back home. Where we still haven’t talked about what’s going to happen between us.

Or if there’s anything real between us at all.

But there has to be. I can’t believe that this connection between us doesn’t mean anything. It’s stronger, more intense than anything I’ve felt before. And Sebastian feels it too, right?

As I’m wondering when to bring up the conversation, I’m startled by a loud buzzing noise nearby. And then another.

I look around, and then see Sebastian’s phone, lit up on the shelf where he left it. He must have forgotten about it in the rush to get those people out of here and away from my O-face.

I smile, picking it up. But then I see the texts that are filling the screen, and my heart drops.

‘Hey, baby. miss u.’

‘REALLY miss u ’

‘Can’t wait 2 see u when ur back xoxo.’

And then another message appears on screen, a photo this time. A selfie, of some blonde woman posed provocatively on her bed, wearing a sultry smile.

And absolutely nothing else.

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I stare at the photo,feeling sick to my stomach. Here I am, wondering if the two of us have a future, and how Sebastianreallyfeels; when all along, the thought never crossed his mind.

But this blonde did, clearly. And Lord knows who else?

Has he been texting her all week? I wonder in horror. Other women, too? Lining up his next big sexy adventure for when he’s back in the city—and our little arrangement is over for good?

I feel like the biggest fool.

I grab his phone, and head upstairs, away from the scene of all our sexy crimes. Tears sting in the back of my throat, and I try not to give into them and just bawl my eyes out, even though it’s the only thing I can think of doing right now.

What did I expect? I knew who Sebastian was before we came here, it’s the whole reason I recruited him to be a part of my fake-boyfriend plan. The bachelor playboy who never takes anything seriously. The charming man-whore who hooks up with a new woman every week.

Did I really think a week in Ashford Falls would turn him into an entirely different person?

I swallow back a sob, my heart aching. And the worst thing is, I did this to myself! I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend, but I forgot about the whole ‘pretend’ part. I just had to go fall in love with the man, as if any of this mattered to him at all.

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