Page 7 of Unexpectedly Wanted
Remy didn’t say anything, but I felt him standing too close. I suppose having him in my space was something I was going to have to get used to. Right now, I wasn’t happy about it, and I didn’t know how to make this whole situation go away.
“Why—” I started, but my phone alerted me that someone was at the front door. My parents, most likely. “This is never going to work. Not in a million years would we make a convincing couple.”
An easy smile was already on his face as I turned around to look at him.
“I don’t know… I think we can pull it off,” he said, not moving. I was trapped in the closet, staring into his eyes. His warm eyes, that weren’t just simply brown. They were light brown, but there were these bits that caught the light of the closet just right, making it look as if there was a hazel circle around the pupil. “You don’t think we could… fit?”
“What does that even mean?” I mumbled as I started straight for him, hoping he’d move out of my way. If he didn’t, I was going to barrel through him. I’d never hear the end of it if I kept my parents waiting. “Never mind. They’re here. Just… follow my lead.”
I had no idea what to do, but there was no way in hell I was going to hand the reins over to him. He wasn’t going to take yet another thing in my life away. This might have been his idea, but I was going to be the one putting it together.
“Not a chance,” he said, sounding humorous and cocky at the same time.
I felt heat rise and hit my face. My blood was boiling, and I was about ready to snap.
But before I could, he turned and walked out of the room.
I stood there for a moment, trying to calm down. The ‘so in love’ couple shouldn’t answer the door looking as if one of them was ready to behead the other.
Remy was at the door, greeting my parents and welcoming them inside by the time I made it downstairs.
He was so easygoing and somehow managed to sweet talk my mother, so she hardly glared at me for the wait. I could tell she didn’t like this development of me having a boyfriend, or the fact that she’d been blindsided by it. It wasn’t like I could have warned her, anyway. I was blindsided too.
And it probably wasn’t that big of a secret, but I had no idea how tobea boyfriend.
This program was going to crash so hard.
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Remy
Milo looked like a cross between a deer caught in headlights and a man ready to spit nails. I’d say it was quite an accomplishment to pull off the two looks simultaneously. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been trying to find a way to ease this situation for him.
A situation that I’d forced him into.
Yes, I was all too aware of that fact.
I was just now realizing that I’d probably turned a horrible situation into a death trap.
Stepping next to Milo’s side, I slid my arm around his waist. He went stiff. Noticeably stiff. This was a disaster.
It was then that I noticed how he was only a couple of inches shorter than me. I was six foot even, and for some reason, I always saw him as way shorter than me. I guess we’d never actually stood this close before. Or if we had, I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe since his frame was so much smaller than mine, I just thought of him as like a tiny little package. But in actuality, he was tall enough that if he just tilted his head to the side a little, it would find a perfect resting spot on my shoulder. I liked the idea of him doing that more than I should have.
“Why don’t you show your parents to the spare bedroom, and I’ll follow with their bags,” I said, turning my head to study his features. They were almost delicate, but there was still a strength to them. Like his pouty lips were framed by a sharply carved jaw.
“Uh,” he said before snapping out of it with a jerky shake of his head. His stunning blue eyes narrowed at me for a quick second before he realized his parents were watching us. “Yes. Right.”
I kissed his cheek. Part of it was to play the role. Part of it was just to mess with him. I know. I shouldn’t do that to the poor guy. But sometimes, he could make me feel pretty shitty just for wanting to help out. And paybacks could occasionally be rewarding. Just a little. The way he was clearly trying to hold back an unhappy glare was certainly rewarding. I smiled wide, before moving to the side and going for Harold and Lorna’s bags, which they’d left on the front porch.
Milo’s dad nodded at me and patted me on the shoulder as I passed him.
I wasn’t sure what to think of the man.
It was clear Milo’s mother didn’t care for me. She was charmed by me, but she didn’t want to be. I was ruining her plans, and I had this feeling that even if this were a real relationship and I was truly trying to get them to like me, she never would.
Good thing it was all fake, then.
One week and things could go back to normal.
