Page 22 of Get A Fix

“I see. So you’re looking to get laid while you’re here for your niece’s wedding.”

It was fun to watch his mouth open, close, then open again.

“You can be honest. It’s always the best way to be.”

Quick inhale of breath. “When I received the information about you with your photo attached, I immediately hoped that you were both single and gay.”

“Or bi.”

“Yes,” he agreed, sliding the key into the door, then holding it open for me.

Once I was inside, he released the door and walked me down a short hall that had a bathroom on the right. The hallway opened up into a spacious sitting area with a gas fireplace on the left and a comfy-looking sectional and coffee table on the right. Farther in was a U-shaped breakfast nook with a butcher-block table, and then on the left, a farmhouse-style dining-room table with four heavy wooden chairs and a wrought-iron chandelier hanging above it. There was a small kitchen with a bar and two high stools, and a sliding glass door opened out onto a balcony.

“There are two bedrooms,” he informed me, placing the keycard on the dining-room table before putting his duffel and my bags down. I followed suit, wanting my hands free, and hung my coat over the back of one of the chairs. “The one on that side,” he said, pointing, “is the smaller one.”

I nodded. “What’s the reason you’re telling me that?”

“I don’t—it was just informational.”

Crossing my arms, I squinted at him.

“You’re making me feel stupid, and no one does that to me anymore.”

“Well, two bedrooms is good in case you want to bring someone back to your room. You don’t even have to hang a sock on the door. If it’s closed, I’ll assume you have company.”

His brows furrowed as he stared at me.

I smiled back.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you.”

“It’s best to be clear,” I goaded him. “Don’t you think?”

He murmured something under his breath.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said you’re annoying.”

“Like I’ve never heard that before,” I said with a snicker.

Frustrated huff of air, and then he said, “If you’re willing, while we’re here, I would like to sleep with you.”

My stomach flipped. It was not every day a fantasy came true.

“I’m sure this sounds insane to you,” he went on, “but it’s harder than you think to find a man who’s gorgeous, charming, funny, confident, and able to hold my attention for more than a few fleeting moments. I bore terribly easily.”

“Is that right?”

“Absolutely.”

“But you’re not bored yet?”

His gaze locked with mine. “No. Not yet.”

“So you want the full fake-boyfriend package for the duration of your stay.”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.