The Fake Engagement

There was a sudden knock on his door, and they both turned to each other.

“Wakey. Wakey. Breakfast is nearly at the table,” his mother said.

“We’ve just woken up. We’ll be down soon,” he said.

“Oh, okay, well, forgive this interruption, and you two get right back to what you two were doing.”

He groaned.

Eliza’s mouth fell open. “She thinks we were having sex?”

“Yes,” he said. “Why are we whispering?”

“Because we were not having sex.”

“I know that. Do you want to use the bathroom?” he asked.

Her gaze fell to his crotch again, and it wasn’t exactly helping. He was still very much aroused. “Yes, I think I better.”

She spun away, and he couldn’t help but look at her curvy ass. He had to admit he’d admired her curvy behind plenty of times in the office, but always covertly so no one would ever notice. Up close, rubbing against his dick, it was even better.

Running a hand down his face, he looked down at his dick. “Down, boy. This isn’t happening.”

He didn’t even think Eliza liked him like that.

Focusing on the bed, he started to count numbers, and slowly, his erect cock ebbed away. By the time Eliza came out of the bathroom, wearing a robe, he was in a more comfortable position.

“All yours,” she said.

He brushed past her, ignoring the pull of wanting to touch her, and went to the bathroom, where he slammed the door closed.

Pushing his boxer briefs down, he stepped into the shower and turned it on, basking in the freezing cold temperatures. This was what he needed. The hard sting of the cold. It would get him focused on the mission at hand. Eliza was a job. She was pretending to be his fiancée. Nothing more.

She was his PA.

A damn good one.

One he didn’t want to lose because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. He was a good boss, had a great work ethic.

Everything was going to be okay.

He refused to fuck this up.

He finished in the shower quickly, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. Then he moved toward the sink.

“You can do this,” Preston said to his reflection.

This was proving to be a little more difficult than he imagined. The reality of what he’d told his sister was starting to sink in.

He’d been around engaged couples, and they were closer, in love, connected. He and Eliza looked like a boss and employee.

It didn’t matter. They were going to fix this.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Eliza seated on the edge of the bed, just as he’d imagined her waiting for him.

“You’re not dressed.” She closed her eyes.

“No, I’m not. Don’t worry. I’ll be dressed in a second.” He walked into the closet and found a pair of linen shorts and a shirt.

Sticking to the closet, he stripped off his towel, changed, and exited the closet. Eliza’s fingers were slightly spread apart as if she didn’t want to see but also couldn’t help but look.

“You want to get a full frontal?” he asked.

“No. No. Of course not.” She dropped her hand.

“About this morning,” he said.

She held her hand up. “No, let’s not go there. We are not in control of what we do while we’re asleep. It happens all the time, right? People who are complete strangers end up cuddling each other and putting their hands on completely inappropriate body parts. The moment you realized you were … touching my breast and hip, you stopped. That’s the main thing. We don’t have to talk about anything else. I feel fine. What about you? Do you feel fine?”

She rambled, and he found it so cute.

“I’m fine. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Eliza snorted. “It’s fine. Totally fine. Do you think we should go and get breakfast?” She was already walking ahead of him, going toward the door.

He couldn’t help but smile at her.

She was so cute.

Again, his gaze dropped to her ass. She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top as well, one that seemed to cling to all of her curves. She wore a pair of flat sandals, and he couldn’t help but admire her calves. He’d never been a leg person, but he loved how thick and juicy her thighs were.

Get focused.

He didn’t have the time or luxury of thinking about Eliza as his. This wasn’t real. What they shared wasn’t real.

Shaking off his interest, he followed behind her, placing a hand at her back to guide her toward the dining room.

As to be expected, the table was full of food, and everyone who was anyone was around the table. The full spectrum of family, who all went silent and turned toward them.

Great. This was great.

His mother was the first one to come forward. She cupped Eliza’s face and pretty much dragged her away.

Roger came toward him, looking smug. “I thought you said you were never going to marry.”