Page 41 of Her Athlete's Wedding Secret

“You’ll see. I told you it was a surprise.”

“Okay, fine.” Tessa crossed her arms.

Was she as nervous about this as he was?

“I need to tell you something,” Benson said.

“What is it?” Tessa looked at him expectantly.

“My agent Cameron approached me at the reception and told me that we’re going to need to continue to convince my coach that we’re happily married.”

“How are we supposed to do that?” Tessa asked. “We’re already married.”

“Cameron suggested that we create a lot of romantic content for social media.”

“You mean act like we’re all lovey-dovey for the camera and post it for all the world to see?” Tessa asked.

“Basically.”

“I guess we can do that.”

“I’m sorry, Tessa. I know it’s not fun for you to have to keep pretending you’re in love with me. But if you’re willing to do this, it could save my career.”

“I agreed to help you save your career, and I intend to keep my word,” Tessa promised. “So you don’t need to worry about that.”

The limo pulled up to a large building that looked like a mountain lodge. “We’ll just need to check in first.” Benson stepped from the limo and held out a hand to Tessa. She still wore her wedding dress. He helped her out, and they went inside.

A man stood behind the front desk. “How can I help you?”

“I have a reservation under Patrick.”

“Benson Patrick.” Benson could tell the man recognized him but had been trained to stay professional when high profile clients came through. “Yes, I see you listed here for one of our Hickory units.”

“It was supposed to be the Oak unit.”

“I’m very sorry, sir. All of our Oak units are currently occupied.”

That meant he wouldn’t be able to sleep on the couch. The Hickory units were king beds only. Benson didn’t want to show his displeasure to this hotel employee, though. He might tell someone that Benson was getting upset over not having a separate place to sleep. And it was obvious they were on their honeymoon because Tessa was still in her wedding dress.

“That’s fine.” If he had to, he’d sleep on the floor. He wasn’t going to pressure Tessa into something she wasn’t comfortable with.

When they got to their private cabin, Benson tipped the hotel employee helping them with their luggage. The place was small and consisted of a minibar and a king-sized bed. But they had plenty of privacy. Not that they would be needing much.

“Only one bed,” Tessa said after the bellhop left.

“I didn’t want to request two beds with you wearing a wedding dress. It would raise questions. But don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Tessa unzipped her suitcase and pulled out a pair of pajamas. And not the skimpy kind either. She had long sleeves and long fuzzy pants. This was not how he’d expected to spend his wedding night, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped.

She went into the bathroom, and he heard the lock click into place. Good grief. Did she think he was going to barge in on her? He sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his suitcase. He might as well find his sleepwear. He took off his suit coat and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He took off the shirt and hung them both up.

“Um, Benson?” Tessa called from the bathroom. He was just about to take off his pants, but he paused.

“Yeah?” he called through the door.

“I have a problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

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