Page 26 of My Fearless Fake Fling

Excuse me?

We,what?

Two of the assistants picked up Mollie’s tail end and draped it around Len, oh yes.Drapedit around Len. His shoulders. But they weren’t through. No, no, no… Tod and his assistant from Hades dropped Mollie’s head aroundmyshoulders. And Mollie felt like moving.

“If she squeezes too tightly, let me know right away,” he said.

You think?

I’d have been nervous for Len, watching Mollie wrap her tail around his arm several passes if it weren’t for her doing the same with her head aroundmyarm. Her powerful muscles constricted, pulling Len and me closer together again. Her middle section, the one containing the pork leg, drooped between us.

My knees felt like they could buckle any minute under her immense weight, which Tod explained came out to one hundred sixty-two pounds, but as her food hadn’t digested yet, she weighed in at a whopping one-sixty-five.

“I take back… every nice thing… I said about you,” I struggled to say.

Lennon chuckled and the jerkface didn’t look winded at all.

“If I survive this,” I said, “then I’m going tokill you.”

“Well, now I’m torn. I want you to survive this because, you know, I’ve got plans for us. But I’m not ready to die yet… those same plans.” And he winked at me.The nerve. Now he had to die on principle.

Tod kept talking, though I zoned out.

“Smile, baby,” Len whispered. “You look constipated.”

I shot him angry eyes.

“Make kissy lips at the camera,” he continued. “Remember, this is all going up.”

No, right. I didn’t remember. Knowing Brian watched these, I couldn’t be seen as anything less than ecstatic to be here wrapped in a giant freaky snake. Time to channel my inner video vixen.

I puckered my lips and tried for smoldering, sexy eyes aimed at the camera one of the assistants had focused on us. I didn’t know if it worked, but Len certainly couldn’t stop staring at me.

“…so that’ll wrap up our time for today. Thank you, everyone, for coming.” Tod. I forgot about Tod again.

The assistant who’d been filming us walked over to stuff the phone in Len’s pocket, getting entirely too handsy in my opinion.

“Hands and feet inside the car,” I warned her. Len’s eyes got round right before he smiled and I felt momentarily stupid—hello, not really my boyfriend. But that quickly passed because at least in public, only I got the girlfriend privileges. And a hand by Lennon’s zucchini definitely felt like a privilege.

“Thank you for videoing us,” he said to her. “But my girlfriend is pretty possessive of me, so I’d be careful. She’s unpredictable.”

My mouth popped open. What did he just say—the rat ba-arstard.Whoops. Almost broke my own code of ethics.

She froze. Stared at me. Then took a giant step back. Only two assistants and Tod lifted Mollie from around our shoulders.

Who hit on a guy right in front of his girlfriend? Not to mention now all the workers thought I was a looney-pants who’d go off at the slightest provocation. I’d have actually been pretty upset at the situation if he didn’t wrap his arms around me and pull me into a hug. “Proud of you, baby,” he whispered, then kissed me—slow, sweet, and every bit Len. “My fearless girl,” he mumbled with his lips still pressed to mine.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I admitted, squeezing him tighter.Heck yeah, proud didn’t begin to cover my feelings toward myself. And I didn’t think I’d felt proud of myself in years. “What else you got?”

“Adrenaline rush?” he asked.

And well, that didn’t answer my question. But when I thought about it, yeah. Absolutely an adrenaline rush.

“Yes.”

“Right. So we’re done for the day.” Releasing my hips from his hug, he reached over to hold my hand, tugging me along next to him.

I tried not to budge, putting up a fight. “What? No… why?”

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