Page 37 of The Fake
That’s a lot of somethings it turns out because I scroll past video after video until I finally find one with a brunette with blue eyes framed behind dark-rimmed glasses. She wears a short skirt and a button-down white shirt that can barely contain her large boobs. The busty brunette leans over a large desk where some porn dude wearing only a tie tells her she’s been a very good secretary. I mute the sound as he comes around the desk and then bends her over it.
I wrap a hand around my semi. The steam from the shower starts to fog up the window in the bathroom and I put my phone on the counter and get more serious about this quickie release.
I glide my hand up and down my growing erection as I watch the CEO secretary fantasy play out. It’s pretty cliché and uninventive as far as porn goes, but my underutilized dick only cares about finally getting some action. And all I care about is getting off without thinking about the surfer princess driving me to bad porn.
Getting caught hooking up with other people would blow up our fake relationship façade, but even if I could get away with it, would I? Doubtful. My dick and I only seem to want her. Confirmed when I eventually close my eyes and step into the shower to play out my own cliché fantasy. The one that has a blonde goddess kneeling in front of me and taking me into her hot mouth as she looks up at me with those green eyes that own me.
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All three of Chloe’s roommates sit in the living area with us while we work on the project. I feel like I’m a pretty good gauge of their acceptance of her and I’d give it a solid five. They aren’t including her, but they aren’t excluding her either, so it’s a start. The exception is Sydney. I don’t think Sydney dislikes anyone. She chatters non-stop while the five of us work, but she’s a nice buffer to what might otherwise be an awkward tension.
“I came up with a couple ideas on how to sell it to the class, but none of them are great,” Chloe says with a disappointed scowl.
Chloe and I sit on the floor again tonight. We’re side by side looking over her ideas. She leans over into my space and reaches for the current marketing plan notes on the floor beside me. I hold stock still and try not to notice how she always seems to smell like sunshine and the ocean or how her boobs brush against my arm. Aaaand fail. There’s no way not to notice her or the way my body responds to her.
She glances up, green eyes dark. I stand abruptly. “I gotta make a call.” Everyone in the room turns to look at me and I add, “Be right back.” I add in a wink for good measure before I slip into the hallway.
My damn palms are sweaty. I feel all strung out on hormones like some fucking kid finding daddy’s porn magazine stash. Except all she did was brush against me. For fuck’s sake.
I grip the phone tightly as I wait for Heath to answer.
“Hey.” He sounds like I woke him, and I have to check the time before I respond.
“Shit, sorry. Did I wake you?”
“How long have you been at Valley and you still forget you’re three hours behind.”
“Yeah, well, let this be your warning—don’t do drugs, fucks up your brain,” I joke.
He doesn’t laugh. “Thanks for taking care of the tickets.”
“You can repay me by not getting any more. Two in one day? That’s fucked up, Heath.”
“I know, I know. I feel awful, but I can’t take it back,” he mutters.
“I’m serious. I can’t bail you out again. Last chance.”
He grumbles out another sullen apology, and I feel like I’ve sufficiently made my point.
“Now that I went all Dad on you, tell me about hockey.”
Heath gives me a rundown on the team this year, and he sounds excited and determined, which makes me feel good about all I’ve done. I just want to give the kid everything I had and more. He finishes with a yawn.
“Send me your schedule. I’m gonna do my best to make it to at least one.”
“Alright.”
We’re both quiet, and I know I need to let him go and get back inside to Chloe. “Proud of you. Stay out of trouble, and I’ll call ya later.”
“Right-o, daddy-o.”
“Fucker.”
That gets a laugh out of him and makes me feel less like an old man.
I pocket my phone and head back into Chloe’s dorm. The girls barely look up at my re-entry. Chloe looks me over like she’s trying to determine my mood.Frustrated as hell, baby doll.
My shower time earlier didn’t do jack to stop me from wanting her. In fact, I think it did the opposite. I let my mind go crazy with possibilities and now I can’t stop picturing her doing every dirty thing she did in my fantasies.
