Cody’s lips hook into a gloating smile, and I’m beginning to feel like I’m the one that just got set up.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JENNA
I glance down at my phone, disregarding the extra skip in my heartbeat from seeing Cody’s name on my screen.
Cody: Are you ready to show everyone how much you love and adore me?
Jenna: If you mean, am I ready to tackle the hardest acting role of my life, then yes.
I smile as I send off the text.
Cody: It’s only the hardest acting role of your life because you haven’t had that many yet.
Jenna: No, it’s the hardest acting role because it involves pretending to be in a real relationship with you.
Cody: You know, I’m wildly turned on by sassiness in a woman.
I wasn’t trying to be sassy. I was actually being honest.
Jenna: Unfortunately, I think you’re wildly turned on by anything a woman does.
He sends me a winking emoji before his next text pops up.
This feels like flirting.
Why am I text-flirting with Cody? There aren’t any cameras or anyone here to witness our back-and-forth conversation. I should be in off mode.
Cody: So, should I stop by your room to pick you up?
Terrible idea—complete red flag for my heart.
Jenna: How about I meet you outside by the car?
Cody: What if somebody sees us walking out? Isn’t the point of this brunch for us to be together?
I tighten my jaw, hating that he’s right. It’s important that the employees at the bed and breakfast where we’re staying during filming believe that we’re a couple. Any half-decent tabloid journalist will do some digging around here in Canada.
Cody: Plus, you said after the interview yesterday that we need to convince people that we’re crazy about each other.
Jenna: Stop quoting me. It’s annoying.
Cody: Stop saying things that should be quoted.
He bugs me. Like, a lot. I’m bothered by Cody Banner a lot.
Jenna: Room 17.
Cody: Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.
He sends me a kissy emoji.
This is bad.
My mind races with the last time Cody stopped by my room, and I wince.
It was almost a week ago in Malibu.