“Besides, you need to flaunt that insanely sexy body to the cameras,” I said. “So take that shirt off. I’m dying to see what’s underneath. Lose the sunglasses too. We’re going for a long dip.”
He slipped off his shirt and I couldn’t stop staring at his broad shoulders, flat stomach, and powerful chest. He was so muscular, just pure perfection.
The sun was beating down on us, so I picked up the sunscreen with a gleam in my eye. I couldn’t have my fake boyfriend getting burned, now, could I? “You’ll need this.”
I started rubbing the lotion on his back good, so he didn’t get burned. My fingers traced over all those delightful, bulging curves. Hot damn! The guy was definitely ripped. I could feel every single muscle.
“My turn,” he said.
I smiled as he slowly rubbed lotion on my shoulders and back. My heart skipped a beat as he lathered the lotion all over me. I love the way he gently caressed me.
I reached for his hand, and we climbed over the side, then dived into the water.
“It feels great!” I shouted.
He grinned as I smiled.
My arms cut through the clear water as we swam to shore.
The cameras were still rolling, so I acted like I was having the time of my life. And really, I was. We frolicked and played on the beach, running up and down the shoreline. I never felt sand so soft between my toes. He swung me around while I laughed. When a wave came, we both fell. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to up the ante. I reached for him as he hovered over me, and pulled him close. His lips crashed onto mine. My body trembled from his touch, and the way we looked at each other with intent in our eyes, it was pretty seductive and mind-blowing. The paparazzi came to shore and spied on our amazing beach kiss. I think they enjoyed it too, and couldn’t stop taking pictures.
And there we made out on the beach as crests of white foam rolled over us, as waves crashed on the shore and splashed over us. It was just like in all those romantic movies. I was putting on quite the show as the cameras snapped away. I put everything into that passionate kiss. The way we kissed, you’d think we’d been lovers for years.
When they left, I smiled.
“They’re gone,” he said.
“Think they bought it?” I asked.
“Hell, I think I bought it!”
We both laughed.
When we got back to the boat, Marcus wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to the other side of the boat.
“Look!” he said.
A pod of energetic dolphins weaved in and out of the waves.
“Dolphins!” I shouted.
I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures. Laughing, I jumped up and down like a kid. What a magical experience. Mrs. Leno from the hospice center was going to be so happy! I had promised her a picture.
We enjoyed the rest of our day, and I was the perfect fake girlfriend. Back in
town, I doted on his every need and whim. I held his hand and gazed into his eyes. We laughed and told stories over lunch. We had drinks in this great bar with tropical music. He took me shopping, and I never smiled so much. The guy actually made me like shopping.
We went back and had a romantic dinner on the beach. Lots of cameras there too. But I looked into Marcus’s eyes like a woman hopelessly in love. I was fooling everyone, maybe even myself.
LATER THAT NIGHT, WE relaxed in our hotel room and watched a little TV.
After Marcus received a phone call, he turned to another channel.
“What’s up?” I said.
“Got a phone call from my publicist. We’re being featured on that gossip show, TMZ.”
“Us? No way!”