Page 38 of Faking it with the Billionaire
Okay, maybe that’s a little over the top. It seems like a million-dollar event, but what charity would spend that much to bring in more money? That would be insane.
“Do you want a drink?” Kyler asks, his hand remaining at my lower back as he escorts me toward the bar.
“Yes.” I’ve never been quite so excited to get something to help loosen me up. The atmosphere is regal, and I don’t feel the least bit like I belong.
My gaze scours over Kyler. He shifts, a bit uncomfortable in the stuffy suit he’s adorned for the night, but he looks handsome as hell. And dare I admit that if another girl so much as looks at him, I’d feel a twinge of jealousy.
I suppose I’m lucky I get to play his girlfriend. It’ll keep the vultures away. Won’t it?
Kyler escorts me to the bar. “Pick your poison,” he says with a smirk.
My eyes narrow with a faint smile, and my grin widens when I see the list of suggested cocktails. They all have ridiculous names for the event.
“I’ll have a Code Blue,” I say, curious to try the blue cocktail featuring rum, blue Curacao, coconut cream, lemon juice, and pineapple juice.
“Defibrillator,” Kyler orders for himself. “Someone has to save you.”
My breath catches in my throat, and his stare feels like he’s undressing me. Flustered, I glance at the drink menu and discover what his defibrillator features—gin, champagne, and orange liqueur.
“I thought that was my job?” I grin, trying not to show that I’m way out of my league at this type of event. The bartender hands us both our drinks, and I take a sip, the sweetness masking the alcohol.
“To our first date together,” Kyler says, holding up his drink for a toast.
“You do know this isn’t a real date,” I whisper, keeping my voice down so that only he can hear me.
Kyler shrugs and clanks our glasses together. “Feels pretty real to me.” He takes a swig of his Defibrillator, and somehow, he doesn’t even manage to wince.
Just the smell of it is overpowering and bitter.
“I want to show you off and make all the guys on the team jealous,” Kyler says.
Before I have time to object, he wraps his arm snuggly around my waist, pulling me close against him.
I breathe in his scent, and my arms wrap around him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He invades my personal space, and his lips come crashing down onto mine hard. He backs me up several steps, pushing me against the wall as his fingers inch the hem of my dress higher.
“Kyler,” I squeak, my voice betraying me. I don’t need to give everyone a show or let them see that I’m not wearing underwear.
“Ever since you put that damn dress on, I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath.” Kyler nips at my neck, leaving a mark, claiming me.
“I’ll give you a hint; it’s nothing,” I say with a smirk.
His hands are rough and callused, his body firm against mine.
The pads of his fingers trail higher over my thighs as his eyes widen. He pins me with his stare, wanting silently to know if I’m playing him.
Everything inside of me aches for Kyler. My body hums with electricity, but we can’t do this here, not with eyewitnesses and vultures with cell phone cameras.
He growls against my neck, and I try not to moan. “I want you so bad right now, Em.”
Butterflies fill my stomach, and I inhale sharply. “We should greet your teammates,” I whisper, trying to keep this from getting out of hand.
I want Kyler, but not here. Not where cameras will get an eyeful, and we’ll be the front page gossip for the tabloid magazines.
He pulls back, his eyes dark as he stares at me. “You’re right,” he says. Like he can read my mind, and he knows now isn’t the time to fool around, even if we both want it.
He walks me over toward the team.
