Page 39 of Not the Puck Bunny

I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to lick the dimple in his cheek. I wanted to lick my way down his body to his cock. I wanted to wrap my mouth around him and taste him, while he writhed, moaned and gripped my hair.

“As far as I know, I'm not an alien,” he said. “Are you?”

“Probably,” I said with a laugh. “That would be ironic. They're saying everything but that.”

“Give it time,” he said with a knowing nod. “Unless you want the PR department to spread thatrumor on purpose. I'm sure Alice would be only too happy to do that for you.”

“Let's call that plan B,” I said. “Anyway, I didn't ask if you needed to see me for anything.” I chastized myself. I was supposed to be a professional here.

“I wanted to see how you were, and to apologize again,” he said. “I didn't mean to imply that I think you're a spoiled little rich girl. I don't think that, not at all. What I said about you being beautiful, I meant that. And smart. And competent.” After a beat he added, “For an alien.”

I snorted softly. “Thanks. I think.” I held out my hand. “Friends?” For a moment, I thought he was going to refuse, but he gripped my hand.

“Friends.” For some reason, he didn't look happy about it.

If I was honest with myself, neither was I. Friends was good. Friends wassafe. Being friends might convince me I wasn't falling for him.

Chapter Sixteen

Cam

“Bro, bro, bro.”Alice clicked her tongue and shook her head at me as if she was the older sibling, not younger than me by four years.

I gave her the side eye, but didn't stop chopping vegetables for my quick stir fry. “It's not that bad.”

“It's definitely that bad.” She tapped on her phone screen with one hand while taking a sip of wine with the other. My sister was nothing if not skilled at multitasking. “Have you read what people are saying?”

“That's your job,” I said. “I've been avoiding reading anything about myself for the last few years.” I sliced a carrot with a bit more force than necessary.

“Right,” she said in that unapologetic way siblings got away with. “Well this is a differentsituation. You can bury your head in the sand if you want.”

“I think I will, thanks.” I tossed the vegetables into the wok and started to turn them over with my spatula. Again, with more force than necessary.

“Cam, you can't avoid this forever,” she scolded.

“You just said I could.” I glanced at her quickly before returning my attention to the wok.

“I lied,” she said. “You can't bury your head in the sand forever. People have opinions, and opinions can make or break someone's career.”

“I'll tell you where they can shove their opinions,” I muttered. “Andi isn't using me and I'm not using her. We're just friends.” Most of my friends didn't make my cock want to jump out of my pants, but sooner or later, he'd accept that she was off-limits.

“What?” Alice's tone made me turn and glance at her. “Bro, that was yesterday's news. Today, everyone thinks you'd be adorable together. In fact, the Internet has already given you a couple name. Candi. Isn't that cute?”

“We're not a couple,” I said before returning my attention to the vegetables. “Like I said, we're just friends.” Candi? Where did people come up with these things? Okay, it was kinda cute, but it was onekiss and now they'd decided we were, what? Destined to be together?

Maybe you are, the back of my mind said.

I couldn't tell you what my balls said, it wasn't coherent. It might have involved a party whistle and a bunch of confetti.

“Why are you bringing this up?” I asked. “If they're not saying bad things about us, then what does it matter? You can go back to your own clients, trying to make them look good.”

“The Sea Dragons offered me an ongoing contract,” she said easily. “I'm going to be around a lot more. That makes you my client. Also, I think you should milk this. If you're not a couple, where's the harm in letting people think you are? It'll be good for your image, and hers.”

“You want me to pretend we're involved?” I turned off the heat and leaned my hip against the countertop to stare at her.

Who said we'd be pretending?my cock wanted to know.I've never faked it before, I don't need to fake it now.

I was starting to think my body was supplying too much blood to that part of me. I needed more in the head on my shoulders and less in the one in my pants.

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