Page 43 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

“Really?” She breezed past me, finishing pushing her hoop earring through her earlobe. “I didn’t think it showed enough.”

“Harlow.” I gave her a warning glare. “We are supposed to be engaged. That dress says, ‘I’m single and ready to make your dick tingle.’”

She froze mid-step and gave me a look that made my balls shrivel up in my sac. “What exactly are you implying?”

I stood up. “I’m not implying anything. That dress, or lack of one, is nothing more than a piece of fabric pretending to be clothing.”

Her eyes narrowed. “It’s simply a dress. I don’t care what you think. I will dress how I want.”

I rubbed a hand over my face. The woman was going to get me in a damn fight tonight. “We are supposed to be convincing the whole town we’re in love, not giving them a damn peep show.”

She folded her arms across her chest. That little movement caused the dress to ride higher up her legs.

I cursed under my breath when she stepped closer. “You better watch it. And what do you care what I wear, anyway? This is all fake, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember,” I grumbled. “That doesn’t mean I’m okay with you walking around, giving men the green light to hit on you.”

“Wait.” She tilted her head. A smirk spread across her lips. “Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be absurd. I just don’t want the men in town to get a peek. If this is going to work, we don’t need any unwanted eyes or attention on you.”

I was so full of shit, and something told me she knew it, too.

Harlow stepped closer. I could smell her soft vanilla-scented perfume. “Would you be more comfortable if I put on a sweater and jeans?”

I’d feel better if she dressed like a nun.

I shrugged. “I won’t stop you if you do.”

She smiled like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

She brushed her hands along her hips. “You’re ridiculous. It’s not like I’m planning on dancing on top of the bar and doing body shots.”

“The night is still young, princess.”

“If you really want people to think we’re in love, leave your grumpy attitude at the door.”

She picked up her purse and gave Diesel a pat on the head as she stepped onto the porch.

I wanted to argue with her, but she wasn’t wrong. The truth was, she looked stunning—too pretty for her own good. My attitude wasn’t solely about the dress. It was a reminder of where we stood. So, no matter how badly I physically wanted her, I couldn’t act on it.

Once upon a time, I could, but not anymore.

“Don’t forget, you’re wearing my ring on your finger. Keep that in mind when guys start flirting with you.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “No one is going to flirt with me. You have possessive fiancé written all over you.”

I hated it when she was right.

The pub was already packedby the time we got there. Thankfully, Tuck arrived early and secured us a booth in the back. This was the first time we’d been out in public since peoplefound out about our engagement. I could already feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on us.

Harlow walked in front of me as we weaved our way through the bar. A few guys stopped and stared. I couldn’t blame them. It was hard not to.

Especially in that damn dress, which was probably illegal in some states.

I kept my glare in place and aimed it at anyone who I thought might try to approach her.It was taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself and not pull her into my chest, so everyone would know she was mine.

“Hey.” Molly waved her hands in the air as we got closer.

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