Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

After we settle in, dinner becomes a quiet affair, probably because it’s feeding time at Jurassic Park.

I sigh. “One drink.” “Three.” “Two?” “Four.” I purse my lips. “I don’t think you realize how this negotiating thing goes.” “Okay, fine. We’ll stay for five drinks.”

“Even if Sports Illustrated is my dream job, you’re my actual dream. Giving us a real shot is what I want.” His eyes widen slightly. Oh, God, I’m freaking him out. “Unless you don’t want that. In which case I’m joking. Ha-ha, I’m hilarious. Ooh, look, hockey!” He’s on me in an instant. “Fuck, I love you.”