Page 50 of No Rings Attached
“Last month,” Glamma offered with a smile. “I let you use my private jet, and you went away for the night. It was super spontaneous and romantic.”
My gaze flew to hers. “Did you just say you have a private jet?”
I knew the Kingsleys’ had money, but seriously?
“Of course, darling. How else do you think my friends and I travel the world?” Glamma barely glanced at me before she started giving us directions. “Drew, act like you’re leaning against the tree, and pull Ellie into your arms.”
“These shirts are ridiculous. How is anyone going to believe we wore these on vacation?” I murmured to Drew as I tugged at the snug shirt stretched across my chest and abdomen.
Gladys laughed loudly. “They lost your luggage, and this was all you could find on such short notice.”
Drew tugged me closer until my back rested against him.
“Rest your chin on the top of Ellie’s head and then the two of you look off into the distance like you’re watching the sunset.”
“Perfect!” Martha crowed with delight. “Now, Ellie, face Drew and slide your arms up to wrap around his shoulders.”
Drew’s heart beat fast beneath my fingers as they moved up his chest to do as Martha asked.
“Lean in,” Goldie directed. “Now kiss.”
We needed no more encouragement than that. Drew’s head dropped down and I pushed up on my toes. Though we closed our eyes, our lips instinctively found each other.
“Perfect!” Gladys shouted. If she hadn’t voiced her approval just then, I was pretty sure Drew and I wouldn’t have stopped at just a slight peck of our lips.
Glamma tugged on my arm. “Let’s put you in this dress.” She held up a glittery number that, oddly enough, looked like it might be my size.
Goldie handed Drew a button-down shirt and suit coat that, when he put them on, fit him perfectly.
I had a hard time believing that these were from the lost and found.
After we changed, our next adventure appeared to be Paris, if the Eiffel Tower in the background was any indication. Instead of protesting how we’d have had the time to go on another vacation, I let Glamma and the crew position us.
“Yes! The two of you are dancing to music from an unknown street artist. Now hold that pose.” Martha snapped a few shots of me gazing adoringly up at Drew.
If I shut out the directions being tossed our way on how to smile, where to put my arms, and how to tilt my chin, I could almost believe we were exactly where they said.
Being with Drew was easy. There was no one else I’d feel so comfortable doing this with. And for a few moments while they took our picture, I went along with the fantasy and imagined that he and I were more real than we were pretending to be. That our relationship didn’t have an expiration date and that I wouldn’t have to let him go when this was all over.
After what seemed like the twentieth background and wardrobe change, we plopped back on the couch, breathless but riding a high that was hard to articulate. It was supposed to be fake, but … was it?
If Drew wasn’t feeling anything after all that, he was a master actor.
Gladys handed us the camera so we could look at the pictures, and I had to admit, most of them were fantastic.
Drew and I looked like an actual couple.
Glamma ushered us into the dining room for dinner, and Gladys promised to edit the photos and get them to us by morning in the event that my family wanted proof.
Or if you just want them to check out his hot body, Bad Eleanor whispered.
This time, though, I didn’t silence her. She was one-hundred percent right. I wanted proof of our time together. Because I had a funny feeling that even after we stopped fake dating, I’d take those pictures out when I was missing Drew or having a bad day.
And I wondered … was there a chance he’d do the same?
Chapter Twelve
DREW
