Page 95 of Fakers with Benefits

“That’s what all this silliness is about?” I laughed and gave drunk guy my best smile. “I knew it had to be a simple misunderstanding.”

“You mean you weren’t at Em’s party?” He blinked at me.

I glanced over my shoulder at Evan. He nodded slightly.

“I was there.” I turned back to drunk guy. “And yes, I was part of the entertainment, but I’m not an escort.” I laughed again like it was the funniest thing I’d ever heard. “I’m a dancer.”

“Dancer?” Drunk guy scratched his head. “Really?”

“Yes.” I looked around at the crowd watching us, trying to gauge their reactions. “I work at a club as a dancer. Evan was there that night, but it’s nothing like you’re thinking. We’d already been together for almost six months at this point. We thought it would be fun to pretend like we didn’t know each other.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Drunk guy kicked at the floor with the toe of his dress shoe like a toddler who’d just been scolded. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m just…”

“It’s okay.” I smiled benevolently. “I get it. Sometimes the brain just doesn’t connect the dots after too many glasses of bubbly.”

He nodded sheepishly.

“I think it’s best you leave,” Evan said coldly.

Drunk guy scurried away.

“Are you okay?” Evan spun me around so I faced him, his arm wrapping my waist and his body pressed up against mine.

“Fine,” I said breathlessly. His proximity was doing things to me. “Just a silly misunderstanding.”

Evan leaned forward and kissed me. And not a polite little peck, but akisswith tongue and everything. When he finally pulled away, the crowd around us had dispersed.

“Done claiming him?” Vlado asked with a smirk.

Evan smirked back.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” I fanned myself.

“I think we’ve put in enough face time.” He gave me a smoldering look that raised my body temperature another few degrees. “Let’s get out of here and go home.”

“Yeah.” A shiver of anticipation ran up my spine as his look went molten. I didn’t need three guesses to figure out what he was planning. “Let’s. Wait. What about Dressgate? I can’t miss the drama.”

“I’m sure Emily will have a play by play for you tomorrow.” Evan slung his arm around my shoulders possessively and started toward the exit.

“Hell, she’ll probably have video too.” Vlado fell into step behind us. “You’ll get all the tea.”

“Tea?” Evan asked.

“Gossip.”

“What does tea have to do with… You know what, never mind. I think this is another ‘if you have to ask, you don’t need to know’ moments.”

“Bet.”

Evan looked down at me and rolled his eyes.

“Careful, your eyes might get stuck like that,” I said sweetly.

“You’re lucky I care about Vlado’s sensibilities.”

“Huh?”

“The car we took tonight doesn’t have a partition. If it did, I’d be finding something else you could do with that cheeky mouth on the drive home.”

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