The Last Big Fake by Kate Kerns

Author:Kate Kerns
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, opposites attract, art forger, fake fiancee, a sexy nerd, agreeing to pose as his lover to help him keep his inheritance, an evil man from her past, art gallery owner, authenticity is not her strong suite, makebelieve becomes real
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Chapter Thirteen

Seth

I can feel Darcy watching me as I drive. I don’t look back, because if she’s having second thoughts, I want to enjoy my denial until we get to Paris.

My heart is pounding. You’d think waiting to make a move until a woman is literally begging in your ear would take the pressure off, but this is Darcy. Mercurial, irreplaceable, addictive Darcy.

When I get up the courage to look over, she’s staring at me with such unabashed lust I nearly forget which side of the road I’m supposed to be driving on.

Darcy notices and laughs giddily. “Are we there yet?”

If we’re not, I will personally rearrange the geography of France.

***

I get a break from Darcy’s undivided attention as we drive into the city.

“Oh, there’s the Seine. And look at the little bookstalls on the sidewalk. I mean, don’t look, you’re driving. It looks like the movies. But better, more real. Oh my fuck. Did you see her shoes?”

I get us a room at a stylish hotel in the heart of the city. It’s an old building, but it’s been fearlessly remodeled. Glass and chrome butts up against marble and stone in a way that shouldn’t work but does.

When we’re checking in, Darcy wanders over to investigate some art on the other side of the lobby. I take the opportunity to ask if there are any rooms with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

The answer is yes, for a substantial price increase. I think of Darcy’s enthusiasm each time we drove past a landmark and pass over my credit card.

I get our keycards and turn to Darcy.

She’s still standing in front of the painting, but there’s a man chatting with her now. Black jeans, leather jacket, and the kind of stubble men grow when they’re trying to look like they don’t care how they look. He’s even got a motorcycle helmet dangling from his fingertips. He laughs at something she says, and I’m struck by how right Darcy looks with someone like that. I feel a spurt of possessiveness and reflexively push it down. Not yours, not yours, not yours.

Then I remember: Hell yes, she is.

For tonight anyway. And if I do this right, maybe a lot longer.

He’s asking her something, and Darcy’s laughing, shaking her head when I walk up and put my arm around her. When she leans back into me, I feel a spurt of triumph.

“Our room is ready,” I say to Darcy, shooting Mr. Motorcycle Jacket a look that says back off.

I might be a careful, buttoned-up, non-spontaneous square. But Darcy has fantasies about me. So it’s time for Tall, Dark, and French to leave.

There’s a slight flicker of disappointment in his face letting me know he gets the message.

As he heads off, I guide us to the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I kiss her. It feels like way too long since I’ve kissed her, and I’m already starving. She’s clutching my shirt, her small moan wiping out our surroundings when the elevator dings.

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