6 – Nicholas
NICHOLAS
Laura Hayley was the type of woman who most men in my position loved to have on their arm. A beautiful brunette with deep almond eyes, she was highly educated and well-traveled.
She was also, unfortunately, incapable of going longer than ten minutes without talking about something other than herself.
“This is my first time dining at this place.” She smiled at me. “I like it a lot.”
“Happy to hear that,” I said. “Like I was saying before, though, do you think you’ll be ready and have everything memorized by next weekend?”
“I think so, but I’m still a bit confused about why someone like you needs a fake fiancée.” She shrugged. “I could call any of my friends, and they’d happily screw you without a contract or a fee.”
“We won’t be having sex.”
“That’s what you claim, but I’m not opposed to it if you change your mind.” She winked. “I’d love to show you some things I’ve learned over the years.”
Right…
“Do you believe your family will buy into this?” I asked. “We only need to snap a few pictures together around them to make this look real.”
“You’re going to love my family.” She clasped my hand atop the table. “It’ll be fine. Anyway, did I tell you about the argument I got into with my hairdresser today?”
Only three times already. “Hold that thought,” I said. “I need to make a quick phone call.”
“Okay, future hubby.” She winked, and I stood up, heading into an empty dining space.
Without thinking, I scrolled down to Jenna’s name and called.
“Hello?” she answered on the first ring.
“Hello, Jenna.”
“Mr. Saint,” she said. “I could’ve sworn you had a date at Per Se with Laura tonight.”
“I do. I’m here now.”
“Then hang up. It’s rude to talk at the table.”
“It’s even ruder to talk about yourself nonstop.” I groaned. “I walked away to get a break from her.”
“Well, I’m currently taking a break from you, so…”
“If you hang up on me, we’re going to have another problem between each other,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to decorate my living room.”
“Why are you starting so late this year?” I asked, remembering how bare it was the other day.
“It’s not by choice,” she said. “My boss hasn’t really given me much free time this year.”
“He’d give you a lot more if you stopped feeding him your sarcasm every few minutes.”
“He deserves every second of it.”
“Would you like him to come over and help you trim your tree?” I paused. “He can also trim your lower lips with his mouth, if you want him to.”
“WHAT?”
“You heard me.”
“I…” She sucked in a slow, unsteady breath that I yearned to hear under me.
“Just say yes, Jenna…”
“I, um, need to ask you something.”
“So, we’re just going to change the subject?”
“If I say no—” She paused. “Are you going to ask your wife to go back home with you instead?”
“No.” I was confused. “Why would I do that?”
“You clearly need to get laid.”
With you… “You honestly think I’m tempted to sleep with my wife?”
Her silence told me all I needed to know.
“I’m never having sex with Laura, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said. “I literally just asked you if I could come over to eat your pussy and you’re playing games like you didn’t hear me.”
“Because I want to keep things professional.”
“Fine then, Miss Dawson.” I wouldn’t make my longing that obvious ever again. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“See you at work tomorrow.”
She ended the call, and I called Marshall to kill as much time as possible before forcing myself to return to Laura.