Her lips purse. “My brother would hate you even more.”
I nod and laugh. “Think of how fun the rivalry would be.”
She shakes her head. “Your sense of humor is odd.”
“Eh, it was just a thought. I’ll let you get dressed.” I close the door and head into the room. For the first time since before I left, I decide to check my phone. Eli has texted me a million times asking where I am and if I’m with Leah because her brother is freaking out. “Hey,” I call out. “You might want to check your phone.”
Leah comes out of the bathroom, still wearing just a towel and rummages through her bag. She turns on her phone and waits before she starts cussing up a storm. Her dirty mouth is a complete turn on.
“What’s wrong?”
“It would seem someone saw us together this morning and word got back to my brother. He’s really pissed.”
“We can skip dinner and fly back now, if you want.”
She tosses her phone down and looks at me. “No, I think we should get fake married to prove to him that I can do whatever the hell I want, with whoever the hell I want.”
“Are you serious?”
Leah nods. “Yes, but I’m still not having sex with you.”
I hold my hands up. “No worries there. I just want the damn picture of us together.”
Leah rushes to get ready while I shower quickly. When I step into the room, in nothing but a towel, her eyes rake over my body like I’m something to eat. I may have forgotten to dry off, but it’s the little things that can really change someone’s mind about sex. Like for me and the white dress she’s wearing with a slit so high up her leg that I can tell she’s not wearing any panties. Also, I can’t forget the front of her dress, with its swooped neckline, showing just enough of her breasts to make a man’s mouth water.
“I just need a minute,” I tell her. In the bathroom, I grip the end of the counter and count to ten, hoping my boner goes away. It doesn’t, leaving me no choice but to get ready with my dick poking the counter every few seconds. After towel drying my hair, I add some fancy shit my manager bought for me and dress in a pair of black slacks and a navy button down.
When I come back into the room, Leah’s pinned her hair off to the side, exposing her back. “Fuck,” I mutter.
“What’s wrong?”
“You. You’re like a walking sin, begging to be touched. How are you so fucking perfect and gorgeous?”
“Only in your eyes.”
“Right now, it’s only mine that matter.”
Leah blushes and I take it as a good sign.
Each hotel has their own chapel, but even I know women dream of getting married in Paris. We head to the hotel, skip dinner, and go right to the chapel. We tell the receptionist that we want the full package, just not the legality of it all. She looks at us oddly but takes the cash and tells us we’re next. Neither of us are nervous because this isn’t real, except I want it to be.
Once our names are called, I leave her at the front and go take the customary position next to the officiant. The music plays, Leah carries a fake bouquet of flowers, and some guy in the back is videotaping. Neither of us are paying attention to what the guy says, we sign on the dotted line after we say, “I do” and act like we’re the happiest couple in the world when he tells me to kiss my bride. I keep it simple and just give her a peck because our first real kiss isn’t going to be in front of this man who gets paid by the hour to marry people.
By the time it’s all said and done, we have no choice but to head back to the airfield. On the flight back, we sit next to each other and I ask her to continue to read her book to me. She does, and the whole time I never take my eyes off of her. Nor do I remove my hand from her leg. Most importantly, she doesn’t ask me to. We laugh at the email of our impromptu fake wedding and decide which photo I’ll post on social media which I’ve already done. Sooner or later, I’ll announce that it was nothing but a prank. We’re going to make people think it’s real for the time being. Leah forwarded the email to herself so she’ll have copies of the pictures too. I can only imagine what her family’s going to say when they find out. Her phone’s going to blow up as soon as we land.
In Charleston, it’s late when we touch ground, and thankfully everyone is asleep, and the hotel is empty. Leah’s phone dings constantly with texts and messages, but she doesn’t bother looking at them. I’m curious to know what they say. I walk her to her room, still holding her hand. With her back pressed against the door, I lean in. “I had an amazing date, Leah. Thank you.”