Page 47 of Iris Kelly Doesn't Date

“Sweetie,” the brunette in glasses said to Iris, her brown eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. “Did you... did you bring a date?”

“Oh god,” Simon said, shaking his head.

“What?” his partner asked.

Iris laughed. “It’s nothing as dramatic as that. Stevie’s my fake girlfriend.”

All the friends blinked as one, like some sort of weird groupthink.

“She’s what?” Astrid asked.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Simon said.

“Iris, what are you talking about?” the brunette asked.

Iris sighed and Stevie truly wanted the earth to swallow her whole right now. This was beyond awkward. She wasn’t sure why she thought this would go well, or that she could do it without feeling like a complete idiot.

“Okay, just listen,” Iris said, then she proceeded to explain about meeting Stevie at Lush and running into her again at the Empress. She didn’t mention Stevie’s lies, nor did she mention the fact that they were fake dating for real—or fakely? God, this was confusing—for Stevie’s friends. She simply said Stevie agreed to go on some dates with her for the sake of research.

“Research,” Astrid said. It wasn’t a question. More like an accusation.

“Yes,” Iris said. “And I’d really appreciate it if you’d all just get over it, because Stevie here is lovely and being a very good sport.”

They all exchanged glances and Stevie felt herself shrinking even more. Iris’s grip on her tightened, and then the woman in glasses stepped forward and held out her hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie, we’re being so rude. It’s really nice to meet you. I’m Claire.”

“Hi, Claire,” Stevie said, shaking her hand. “I know this is weird.”

“It’sIris,” the tattooed woman said. “Think nothing of it. I’m Delilah.”

Stevie smiled and waved, then the others introduced themselves as Astrid, Jordan, and Emery.

“Great,” Iris said lightly, but her voice was a bit tight. “Now that that’s over with, my girl and I are going to take a dip.” She turned toward Stevie. “Shall we?”

“Um, sure,” Stevie said, letting Iris lead her away. As they went, she heard a whispered “What the fuck” from someone in the group, but Iris just kept moving. They stopped at another set of chairs and Iris shucked off her shorts and...

Stevie nearly passed out.

See, part of the problem with fake dating a ridiculously hot woman was that Stevie still hadn’t scratched that itch for some physical activity that had reared its ugly head in Bitch’s last week whenshe’d tried to nuzzle Adri. And now, standing here under the sun while a very beautiful and curvy Iris stripped down to her tiny bikini... well, Stevie was having feelings.

“Well?” Iris asked. “Are you coming in with me, my little rosebud?”

Stevie cracked up at the name, which again helped her relax. “I guess I am, mon petit chou.”

Iris laughed. “French, already? I’m flattered.”

“It means my little cabbage. I’m not sure how flattered you should really be.”

“Vegetable talk. That’s hot.”

Stevie shook her head, the blush creeping over her cheeks irrepressible.

Iris tilted her head, gaze narrowing. “It’s not an act, is it?”

“What?”

“The shy thing.”