Page 29 of Fake Love

Oh, this should be fun.

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Maddox

I have no idea how it’s possible, but Jen looks even more beautiful than she did on our fateful night a month ago.

Maybe it’s the sunlight shining down on her and making not only her skin glow but also her hair. As I look at her, it's as if she has this golden halo around her and I can’t seem to look away.

And if I can’t look away, or can’t stop thinking about how good her ass looks in those jeans, then maybe asking Jen to do this is the wrong idea.

“So, what’s this proposition that brought you to my apartment building today?” Jen asks as she crosses her legs, getting more comfortable in the metal chair.

Right, the proposition.

After two hours of batting practice, I made up my mind about the conversation I had with Ben.

I was going to find a fake girlfriend, one that can take care of my social media presence at that, and I knew would be perfect for the job.

Was it a stupid idea asking a woman that I had a one-night stand with, that I knew nothing about, to be my fake girlfriend? Probably.

But she would be a better choice than some stranger off the street that I never talked to.

That’s why I decided to leave batting practice and skip out on opening ceremonies and the game, and went to Jen’s apartment.

I could have gone to the coffee shop but according to an Instagram post I saw few hours ago, they were closing early. So, I went to her apartment to wait for her outside. I figured it would be a safe bet and I had hoped that she didn’t have plans after work.

Thankfully, she got there about forty minutes after I had shown up.

Now we are currently at a pizza place that has an outside patio overlooking some of the high rises San Francisco has to offer.

And Jen’s looking at me as if she is trying to figure me out.

Squaring my shoulders, I answer her question.

“Look at it as a job offer more than a proposition.” I start, and right away her eyebrows shoot up.

“I’m listening.”

Here goes nothing.

“You told me that you went into digital marketing to be able to do something great, does that still stand?”

She nodded. “It does.”

“Would that include possibly running social media accounts for a professional athlete to show people of the impact he is making off the field?”

Now not only are her eyebrows raising but her eyes are going wide, and her back is straight.

“Did you put a wiretap on my phone?”

“What? No.” Why the actual fuck would she even ask me that?

“Are you sure?” She looks like she wants to strangle me.

“I’m sure. Why would I do that? How would I do that?”

“I don’t know but you're the one that knows that I’ve been trying to convince an athlete to give me a job as their social media manager.”

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