Four Day Fling(10)

Aside from the obvious? No. No, I wasn’t ready. I regretted telling Rosie I’d be there at six. Nobody else would be there to distract my family from the fact I was bringing a super hot guy as my date.

Hell, I needed distracting from that. I’d already seen his ass in those pants.

Never mind two people meeting eyes across a crowded room—I’d be searching out his ass to find him.

I just wanted to…you know. Reach out and pinch it. Like a crab. Pinch, pinch, pinch.

“Red. Pay attention.” Adam clapped his hands sharply.

“Oh my God, if you want me to focus, get ugly or something!” I snapped, smoothing out my tight-fitting dress.

He laughed. “Right. This from the woman who has my cock twitching right now.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s twitching.” I moved uncomfortably. “I’m not a fancy-dress kind of person. I prefer t-shirts that make my mom feel awkward.”

“Is that why there’s a t-shirt in the closet that says, ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try to stop swearing,’ followed by a claim it’s a lie and someone can fuck off?”

I nodded solemnly. “I was going to wear it to breakfast tomorrow, then change into the one that says, ‘I’m allergic to stupidity, I break out in sarcasm.’”

“What is that? A warning to anyone who talks to you?”

“All my t-shirts are. Including the one that claims I’m winging it, and the other that says, ‘Not today, Satan.’”

“Is that one for your mom?”

“No, but it’s about to be.” I smiled. “Thanks. That’ll really piss her off.”

He snorted and walked over to me. “You’re welcome. Shall we try this conversation again? Are you ready?”

“Uh, no.”

“I figured. You look like you’re about to walk to your death.”

“I might as well be. If my mom figures out that we’re faking this, I’ll never hear the end of it. She’ll mention it at my future birthdays, my wedding, my funeral.”

“She won’t figure it out.” Adam ran his hands up my arms. “I promise. We’ll pretend the fuck out of this relationship.”

I peered up at him. “This would be so much easier if we knew anything about the other person beyond how good they are in bed.”

“It was your crazy idea, Red. Now you have to deal with it.”

“I didn’t expect you to agree to attend a stranger’s sister’s wedding.”

“Neither did I.” He chuckled. “Come on. Four days. How hard could it be?”

“You are not prepared for my family, Adam.”

His chuckle quieted, and he twisted his lips. “Maybe not, but by the sounds of it, you’re not either, and you know them.”

“Get ready for the crazy.”

“I’m ready. But, first…” He dipped his head, bringing his face close to mine.

I took a short, sharp breath, my eyes fluttering closed right as his lips touched mine.

It was better than I remembered.

The kiss was firm, but his lips were soft. Warm and slow, he kissed me thoroughly, sliding one hand into my loose curls and cupping the back of my head.

My heart thundered against my ribs.

“There,” Adam murmured, lips barely a breath from mine. “Now we can go.”

I nodded. “We can go.”

He pulled away and darted his gaze over my mouth. “No lipstick smudges. You’re all good.”

“Thank God for that,” I muttered under my breath, following him toward the door.

His shoulders silently shook as he guided me out of the room with a hand on my back. A shiver ran down my spine, and I did the worst possible job at hiding it if the fact his laughter when from silent to…not so silent…was any indication.

We made our way to the elevator and waited in silence. It was awkward—at least for me. Adam didn’t seem to be bothered about it at all. He was totally relaxed. A little too relaxed if you asked me.

Not that anybody did, but I was in the terrible habit of giving my opinion anyway.

We stepped into the thankfully empty elevator. My phone buzzed inside my clutch, and I dug it out as Adam hit the button for the second floor where the Palm Ballroom was.



Rosie: I’m going to kill her

Me: I’m going back to my room

Rosie: COME AND SAVE ME FFS



I sighed.

“What’s up?” Adam asked, sliding his gaze to me.

“My sister texted me begging me to come save her, which means my mom is all sunshine and fucking rainbows,” I replied. “Can’t wait.”

“I should cheer her up, right? Wasn’t she expecting you alone?”

“She fully expected you not to show up,” I agreed. “So, you’re right. You should cheer her up for a good, oh, fifteen minutes.”

He quirked a brow as the doors pinged open. “You’re not terrifying me at all, Red.”

“I warned you,” I reminded him as he guided me out of the elevator, too.

His hand was so gentle against the small of my back. That didn’t stop the tingles that ran across my skin without him even touching it.

I held my clutch against my stomach as I turned us in the direction of the ballroom. It wasn’t hard to find. Mark’s family had booked out the entire resort for the weekend, but there were still white and baby pink signs that pointed guests in the direction of the ballroom.