Page 18 of The Sweetmate (Check-In #2)

Casey

I could’ve handled Lisa’s allergic reaction better. Seeing her lips swollen like that was scary, and they just kept growing. I’d been caught off guard when she kissed me. And I’d been too delighted and eager to realize the danger before slipping my apple juice coated tongue between her lips.

The bathroom door clicks and Lisa steps out. Face freshly washed of all makeup, hair in a wet braid, and wearing fuzzy pajama pants and a baggy shirt. I rub my hands together and stand awkwardly in front of my fake girlfriend, who at the moment is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“We’re back to a one bed situation.” I state the obvious.

We both shuffle our feet back and forth. I can only assume she wants me on the couch, but I’d like to sleep in that big comfy bed. This is a terrible idea but I’m going to go for it. “I was uh…thinking…”

Lisa grins. “That sounds dangerous.”

“Very.”

“Not to interrupt you, but I was also having some dangerous thoughts while in the shower.”

My interest is peaked. Dangerous thoughts? Shower? Wet? Pleasuring herself? Now she wants me to do it to her? I’ll even become organized for her. I’ll make a fucking spreadsheet and we can make a list of positions and I’ll go down checking them off one by one. Licking, biting, sucking.

She clears her throat bringing me back to the present and out of my perverse happy thoughts. “Are you okay with that?”

“I – I – I’m gonna be honest. You lost me after dangerous thinking while you were lathering and rubbing yourself in the shower. My mind took off and there was no reeling my thoughts in.”

I nervously wet my lips, and I go for a non-threatening or predatory smile. I’m a pervert, but I’m harmless.

“I asked if you want to take turns?”

“Very thoughtful. But you need to be more specific. My mind is still somewhere else, and the answer to that is I’d be open to taking turns. Very much so.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re thinking. I was talking about the bed. Who gets to sleep in the bed.”

“Funny enough, I was also thinking about the bed before you walked out.” I cringe and quickly add, “Not in a naughty way. In a friendly and comfortable way. As in why should either of us suffer when the bed is plenty big enough for us to both share it. With pillows as a barrier between us.”

“Yes.”

Call me insane, but I’m going to try and share a bed with this stunning woman without touching her. Unless she asks me to, of course, and then game on. I still can’t believe she actually agreed to us sharing a bed.

Her lips quick to the side. “I’ll meet you in there.”

She scurries off to the bed and climbs under the covers. Is she drunk? Did she have a mental breakdown in the bathroom? Is she…horny? One can only hope. Whatever it is, I won’t be wasting this opportunity. A comfy bed plus a gorgeous woman next to me, heck yes!

I practically skip to the bathroom. I’m worse than a teenage boy on prom night.

I might blow my load before I even finish brushing my teeth.

Be a gentleman. Lisa is trusting me. She’s already had one horrible experience with a creep at her job, the one she hated and just resigned from.

The last thing I want to do is make her regret her faith in me.

Once I’ve double washed everything and applied extra deodorant, with a tiny spritz of cologne I exit the bathroom.

I’m not too proud to admit I’m hearing Madonna’s Like a Virgin in my head as I walk toward the bed.

Lisa fully turns on her side to face me as I pull the covers back.

This is it. I’m about to climb into bed with her.

We’re in a fake relationship for the public eye, we’ve kissed, our crotches have touched, but now we’re about to be snuggled under the covers in the dark.

Putting on a gentle smile, I climb in. The bed dips and there’s a slight creak. Okay… Here we are.

“Casey?” I can hear the smile in Lisa’s voice without even turning to look at her.

“Yeah?” My eyes are glued to the ceiling.

“Are you nervous?”

“Extremely.”

She giggles. “Why?”

“I want to earn your trust. I respect you. What if I accidentally poke you in the night?”

“That ego. You really think it can reach over here?”

My cheeks heat and I suck my lips in. “One way to find out…”

“Good night, Casey.” She rolls over to her other side. As much as I wish it was, I doubt that was an invitation for me to poke her in the ass with my penis – my long and thick in girth penis that could totally reach.

“Sweet dreams, cupcake.”

***

For the first time, I overslept. Lisa and I both groan wrapped around one another as our alarms annoyingly blast.

“No, no, no.” I whisper to myself.

“Same.” Her lips smack together, and she falls immediately back to sleep. I register a slight amount of drool from the corner of her mouth to my chest. Adorable.

“You can’t have apple cider.” My voice thick with sleep.

“What?” Lisa raises her head up. Her hair is a thick fluffy mess. Her eyes are barely open slits. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “What made you think of apple cider?”

“Fall is in a few weeks, and you won’t get to enjoy apple cider. Everything apple is coming up. Apple season. You could die.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

“We went to a pumpkin patch and you asked if I wanted to try your pumpkin pie. But it wasn’t actually a pumpkin pie…You were wearing this skirt and spread your legs…Now that I say it out loud, it doesn’t sound as sexy. Yup. I’m going to shut up.”

“No. It’s sexy. I don’t think I’d ever say that. So you performed oral at a pumpkin patch? Did a serial killer show up?”

“Who hurt you? No! This was a happy dream not a nightmare.”

“When I think of pumpkin patches I think of spooky. And the people always die during or right after sex.”

“The only risk of death was there was an apple cider stand nearby. But we opted for hot chocolate instead.”

“Awe. You were dreaming about taking me out to the pumpkin patch for oral sex and hot chocolate.”

“I’m a hopeless romantic, cupcake.” My smile is the largest it’s ever been. I can’t believe I just confessed my dream to her. She should be looking at me like I’m a weirdo but instead she’s thoughtful.

That’s not uncommon for her. For the short time I’ve known her, I’ve come to know Lisa is observant.

She’s quick to capture the best moments, and process everything around her, finding each person’s best quality.

Which is strange considering she can’t seem to do it for herself.

The woman’s only flaw is she doesn’t know how to let her hair down.

She’s wound up so tight and making her seem almost like a prude.

Slowly she untangles herself from me. “Well, glad you slept well enough to dream.”

“Best sleep in a long time.”

“Same.” She stands and begins to undo her braid. “I guess we better hurry and get ready. You have a big day today. Are you nervous or use to the cameras and such?”

Expressionless, I say, “I don’t think I could ever get used to a camera in my face. But cooking is easy for me. I just get in the zone.”

“Makes sense. Also,” She sways back and forth, “sorry I didn’t keep to my side of the bed.”

I raise up in bed, causing my muscles to flex and my shirt to stretch.

I don’t miss and I certainly don’t mind the way her eyes zero in on my body.

“No complaints here. It’s probably what contributed to such a peaceful slumber.

I’m already looking forward to bedtime. In fact, we can just stay here.

” I pat the spot next to me on the bed. It’s still warm from her.

And there it is, I can see the spark, the intrigue and desire. I want so badly to take her hand and drag her back to me. But I won’t push. Quickly the look fades away and is replaced by humor. “Get up. Today is the first official day of Cupcake PR, and I’ll not have my client arriving late.”

“Believe me, the client wouldn’t complain one bit.” I release an oomph as a pillow flies into me. “We might need to discuss your abusive tendencies. I only accept physical harm after someone has made me dinner and there’s a promise of pleasure accompanying it.”

“Maybe one day.” She sighs as she walks toward the bathroom.

“You’ll throw in pleasure or dinner or both?”

“Maybe one day,” she repeats.

“You devil woman! Don’t taunt me!” I call out as the door shuts.

My phone rings. I flip it over and see that it’s my uncle. I swipe the screen and speak into the phone. “I’m not giving her back.” I end the call and switch the phone to silent.

Brox was an idiot to have had such an amazing person in his corner, and to have allowed that jackass to be her supervisor.

I don’t even want to dive into why he looked the other way for so long.

I’ve always been the type of person to jump into something blind, full faith, and with both feet.

Despite my growing attraction to her, I’m committed to helping Lisa find herself and build up a career she can be proud of.

Everyone deserves to have someone believe in them and support them without ulterior motives.

If I’m completely honest, I do have one motive which is to make Lisa mine.

But if she can’t be mine, she sure won’t be obligated to any douche.

I’ll be whomever she’ll let me be in her life.

Client. Lover. Boss. Friend. Protector. Destined husband.

We’ll see. For now I’ll enjoy being the focus of her attention as her devoted fake boyfriend and client.