“You know, those teen movies where they’re at a house party and the pathetic virgin nerd guy sees a hot girl getting out of the pool...”
“No, I don’t know those movies. Never watched them in my life. Because I’m a saint.” He smiled. “What sort of films do you watch?”
“Uh, none. I watch documentaries. About neuroscience,” she lied. He laughed aloud.
“Not very convincing,” he said, “I bet your Netflix is full of Fifty Shades.”
“I may have watched those once or twice,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“Really. That’s interesting. I might have to watch one just to see what all the fuss was about.”
“You are getting me so worked up. And I can’t afford to think like that right now. But I want you to know I had a fantastic time. I’m going to just head home. I don’t think talking to you is calming me down.”
“It’s because I’m so intensely attractive,” he teased.
“You are. I mean, I hate to admit it, but you’ve looked in a mirror. You know what you look like. And you’re charming, which is totally unfair to all of us peasants who just get flattened by your sexiness.”
“You’ve been flattened by my sexiness? I think I would have remembered that,” he said archly.
“Gosh, it sounds so stupid now that I’ve said it out loud. But it’s like my brain is gone. You kissed me like that. And my brain just went away.”
“You’re brain dead. I kissed you into a persistent vegetative state? I don’t think that would sell any online courses like you suggested,” he teased.
“Just take me home. And try not to talk to me or look at me or, you know, be hot,” she grumbled, embarrassed.
“You know what this is? It’s called sexual tension. And the best way to get over it is to just give in to our passion.”
“Can’t sleep with the boss, remember?”
“But it’s okay to date him?”
“I did cross the line there, didn’t I?”
“I believe we both did.”
“We should’ve never strayed.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve been fascinated with you since the minute I met you. You’re not like any other girl I’ve ever met. And I know it’s wro
ng to ask an employee out on a date. But I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like you cast some kind of spell on me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You’re on my mind from the second I wake up, to the minute I go to sleep, and all the minutes in between.”
“That’s not good for this future marriage.”
“Not at all.”
“A successful fake marriage can’t have both parties this intensely attracted to one another.”
She nodded. “Yeah. It’ll totally ruin the marriage. I can’t want to jump my husband’s bones.”
“And I can’t want to jump my wife.”
“It won’t work, not at all. We can’t want each other this much.”
“Oh no. We just can’t. This marriage can only work if we stay miles apart.”