Page 41 of Fake Dating the Prince

“You’re a terrible influence,” Flip said, mostly into the pillow. Then he rolled away and left Brayden with a suddenly cold backside. He turned to face Flip.

“On the plus side, that was a great icebreaker. ‘Good morning, I’m definitely thinking about your dick right now.’”

Flip muffled something into the pillow that might have been a very quiet scream of frustration. Then he raised his head. “Good morning, Brayden. You’re in fine form this morning.”

“What can I say? You’re an excellent straight man.”

“I live to serve.” He slung his legs over the side of the bed, and Brayden didn’t bother to pretend not to watch. Flip was obviously still hard as he slid into his slippers and reached for his bathrobe. “You should get up and get dressed. We don’t want to be late.”

“Oh yeah?” Brayden copied his actions, grateful for the bathrobe hanging on the hook on the side of the bedpost. The weather had turned cold—but not cold enough to dissuade his dick just yet. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to do something we haven’t done before,” Flip said a bit mysteriously. He reached into the wardrobe and withdrew Brayden’s rolling suitcase. “We’ll be gone two nights. Pack warm.” He slinked toward the bathroom.

Brayden’s jaw dropped. “But where are wegoing?”

Flip turned from just inside the door and stuck his head out. “Sightseeing.”

FLIPknew there was a slight chance he was about to fuck everything up forever. But he thought—he was pretty sure—Brayden really cared about him. Maybe it wasn’t love yet, but it could be.

Now that he was ready to make final decisions on the Crown Mining Co., he didn’t have to fly back and forth to Toronto anymore, and if he didn’t make a move sooner or later, he’d lose Brayden by default. That was unacceptable.

If things turned awkward, he could always claim he was making things up to Brayden by making sure he got to tick something off his bucket list.

“Private jet, huh?” Brayden said as they buckled themselves in.

This one had eight seats, but they were the only ones on board—an extravagant expense Flip wouldn’t normally have gone for, especially considering the environmental impact, but it was a special occasion. Or so he hoped. He simply nodded.

“Trying to impress me?” Brayden continued.

“If I wanted to do that, I could have let you stay home and play with the heated floor in the bathroom.”

“True.”

“There’s no flight crew, though,” Flip said apologetically. “Tough to get staff this close to a holiday, I suppose. So if you want anything from the minibar, you’ll have to get it yourself.”

Brayden rolled his eyes and then bent his neck to peer out the window as though he could divine their destination from their position on the tarmac.

Flip was pretty sure even a very seasoned traveler couldn’t do that.

“Sounds like work,” Brayden commented. “How long’s this flight?”

He was fishing, but Flip indulged him. “Two and a half, three hours?” Brayden hadn’t asked the aircraft’s top speed yet, so that information likely wouldn’t be enough for him to guess. “Are you going to ask questions the entire flight?”

“Would you prefer I put on my work uniform and serve you?” Brayden said wickedly.

Flip shuddered. “Lord, if the pilot ever spoke to the press, they’d have a field day wondering whether I’m an arsehole or if we’re just very into weird role play.”

Brayden fluttered his eyelashes. “What’s weird about it?”

“I can’t imagine it would be much fun for you role-playing your day job.”

“Eh.” Brayden shrugged, but he still had that gleam in his eye that foretold mischief. “I’ve never gotten to join the Mile High Club, for example. Lifetime regret.”

Oh God.In that moment Flip was deeply thankful for his years spent schooling his expression into something more neutral than—how had Brayden put it earlier?—good morning, I’m thinking about your dick. “Maybe on the way home,” Flip deadpanned.

Brayden’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, and for a second Flip wondered if he was going to have to clarify whether he was serious, which would be difficult, since he didn’t know. But then the pilot came on the speaker system and directed their attention to the in-flight safety video.

“Oh, man, I’ve seen this one.” Brayden sighed and shot Flip a sly smile.

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