to each other. I don’t know if she’s doing this on purpose, but her fingers are grazing mine, her body is turned toward me, and her hand is pressed against my leg. I love every single second of it.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Leah says when we step off the elevator. “I won’t wash my hair, so it won’t take me long to get ready.”
“We just have to walk across the street for dinner, so no rush.”
As soon as we step into the room, she veers toward the bathroom. Only, she leaves the door open and insists I stand in the hall and talk to her.
“Did you have fun today?”
“I had the best time. This was really a great date.”
“It’s not over yet,” I remind her.
She laughs. “I’m still not sleeping with you. I may be a little tipsy, but my mind is sharp.”
“No, I know. I was just talking about dinner. Know what I think would be hilarious?” I look down at the carpet and wonder if I should blurt out my thought or make something up.
“What’s that?”
“I think we should get married.”
The water shuts off and everything is silent. I took my shot. I have nothing to lose. The worse she can say is no and I laugh it off.
Leah steps out of the shower with nothing but her towel on and I wish like hell she would get over the no sex thing because I really want to be with her.
“You’re crazy.”
I shrug. “Honestly, I just said it to piss off your brother. He’s so protective of you, it’s maddening.”
She tilts her head to the side and appraises me. “My parents would flip.”
“We could do it just for show. Give everyone in the PGA something to talk about, and honestly, if I post one picture on my social media, maybe I won’t be harassed as much.”
Her lips purse. “My brother would hate you even more.”
I nod and laugh. “Think of how fun the rivalry would be.”
She shakes her head. “Your sense of humor is odd.”
“Eh, it was just a thought. I’ll let you get dressed.” I close the door and head into the room. For the first time since before I left, I decide to check my phone. Eli has texted me a million times asking where I am and if I’m with Leah because her brother is freaking out. “Hey,” I call out. “You might want to check your phone.”
Leah comes out of the bathroom, still wearing just a towel and rummages through her bag. She turns on her phone and waits before she starts cussing up a storm. Her dirty mouth is a complete turn on.
“What’s wrong?”
“It would seem someone saw us together this morning and word got back to my brother. He’s really pissed.”
“We can skip dinner and fly back now, if you want.”
She tosses her phone down and looks at me. “No, I think we should get fake married to prove to him that I can do whatever the hell I want, with whoever the hell I want.”
“Are you serious?”
Leah nods. “Yes, but I’m still not having sex with you.”
I hold my hands up. “No worries there. I just want the damn picture of us together.”
Leah rushes to get ready while I shower quickly. When I step into the room, in nothing but a towel, her eyes rake over my body like I’m something to eat. I may have forgotten to dry off, but it’s the little things that can really change someone’s mind about sex. Like for me and the white dress she’s wearing with a slit so high up her leg that I can tell she’s not wearing any panties. Also, I can’t forget the front of her dress, with its swooped neckline, showing just enough of her breasts to make a man’s mouth water.
“I just need a minute,” I tell her. In the bathroom, I grip the end of the counter and count to ten, hoping my boner goes away. It doesn’t, leaving me no choice but to get ready with my dick poking the counter every few seconds. After towel drying my hair, I add some fancy shit my manager bought for me and dress in a pair of black slacks and a navy button down.
When I come back into the room, Leah’s pinned her hair off to the side, exposing her back. “Fuck,” I mutter.
“What’s wrong?”
“You. You’re like a walking sin, begging to be touched. How are you so fucking perfect and gorgeous?”
“Only in your eyes.”
“Right