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“Yeah?” the employee asks, cocking her head to the side as well.

The way they study me makes my skin feel hot. I tug at the jeans, trying to shove my hands in the back pockets. There’s no room for my wallet or phone.

Mara rushes to a rack on the wall and pulls off a long silk scarf in a bold green and gold pattern.

“Oh, no.” I take an evading step back as she tries to loop it around my neck. “I’m not wearing a scarf.”

She catches me around the neck and uses it to pull me close. “It’s not a scarf. It’s a cravat.”

My heart jumps as she ties a knot around my neck. The silk slides against my heated skin, and her fingers are a light caress. Her gaze lifts to mine, a knowing gleam dancing in the blue depths of her eyes.

I flash back to the first time I met her, when she kneeled between my knees. She’d given me a tiny smile just like this. Sweet and innocent, with just a dash of bold.

My pulse trips, and the loud rush of my blood fills my ears. I reach up and stop her hands as she adjusts the knot.

“I’m not wearing a scarf.”

“But you look so cute.” She loops her arms around my neck, fiddling with the silky material.

My entire body goes still under her touch. “You think I’m cute?”

She grins. “No. I think you’re smokin’.” Turning me toward the mirror, she points at us. “We look smokin’ hot together. Even if we’re fake dating.”

We absolutely do, and I wish there was some way to erase the wordfakefrom our relationship status.

ChapterSix

Mara

Graham’s eyeslock on mine in the mirror, and something hot flares between us.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing a scarf,” he says.

I reach up and adjust the fabric around his neck. “You’re rocking a scarf.”

“I would never have picked something like this for myself, but you know what?”

“What?” I fiddle with the knot, not because it needs it, but because I want to keep touching Graham.

“I actually like it.” A sly smile lifts his lips. “I feel like a different person in this.”

He looks so sexy with that ghost of a smile; my knees go weak. I clutch his shoulders and am surprised by the muscle beneath the soft sweater.

“A different person good, or a different person bad?”

His arm slides around my waist. “I feel like I can be the type of man who does the unexpected.” He lowers his face, his lips hovering over mine.

I lean forward, rising on my toes. “Like kiss his fake date in a vintage clothing shop?”

His smile grows. “Exactly.”

He kisses me softly, his lips lingering before pressing again, deepening the kiss.

This man can seriously kiss.

His lips are soft but firm, taking control with demanding possession.

I’ve never believed in swooning, but I do now. My knees go weak, and a thrill races up and down my spine as his mouth works magic over mine.

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