Fake It Baby One More Time: A Fake Romance Collection

by Logan Chance

  I park my ass in an overstuffed armchair at Bloomingdale’s as Katy tries on a few more evening gowns.

  The blonde sales associate, helping her with a row of pearl buttons down the back, delivers the line she’s probably said millions of times, “This dress is gorgeous on you.”

  It is. After she walks away, and Katy is ready to head back into the fitting room, I stand.

  “Tell me, Katy. Do you only fuck strange men in bathrooms or are dressing rooms allowed?” I walk into the small room with her, catching her off guard.

  Her eyes widen. “Are you calling yourself strange?”

  “No, I’m not strange. Kinky, but not strange. But, you liked it, right?” I trace a finger down the column of her throat and watch as a slight shiver runs through her.

  She doesn’t answer, and I think back to the night we met. I saw a striking woman who looked upset, so, I said hi. One thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I was getting my dick wet deep inside her tight pussy.

  Unable to resist, I brush my lips against hers.

  “Is everything ok in there?” the sales lady asks through the door.

  We break the kiss, and Katy slaps a hand across my mouth. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

  I bite gently on her hand and she removes it. “Asshole,” she whispers.

  “Touché.”

  “Now tell me, what do you do for a living?” She turns her back to me so I can help with the buttons.

  I give her a false answer. “Computer stuff.”

  “Oh, sounds interesting. Do you…”

  “It isn’t.” I stop things before she can pry further. She removes the dress, and I spin around, trying to look away as my cock hardens. Fuck. “Listen, this is business. I don't think it's necessary to tell each other our life stories.”

  I really have nothing to say to her. I can’t think with my dick here. Don’t let her in, that’s my motto.

  Her red lips smile at me through the mirror as I turn back around, and my eyes zero in on the plump shape, thinking back to the feel of them on mine. How her tongue felt exploring my mouth. And yeah, I’m flirting with the idea of taking her right now and doing it all over again.

  I slip my hand up her bare back, grazing my fingertips along her soft skin.

  “Do you like that?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

  “Yeah,” she coos.

  The fucking sales lady interrupts us again, and I reluctantly step out the door, giving Katy a flirty grin.

  When Katy gathers together her final purchases, thank god, she stops by a counter of scarves.

  “I love the colors on this one.” She points to a silky, red and orange scarf.

  “Yeah.” All I can think about is tying her up with it.

  “The way it all blends together.” She runs her fingers over the material.

  “Are you going to buy it or stare at it all night long?”

  Her nose scrunches. “You’re an ass.”

  She leaves the counter and stalks out of the store. A few minutes later, after purchasing the scarf, I find her outside on the busy sidewalk.

  “This next event, where is it?” I ask, walking her back to her car.

  “Our company building.” Her lips fascinate me when she speaks. I could probably watch them all day. Especially if they are wrapped around my cock.

  There is barely any conversation the few short blocks, and I don’t care. The less I say to her the better.

  Before she gets in the car, I stop her. “I'm not as big of an ass as you think.” I pull the scarf she admired out of my coat pocket and slip it in one of her shopping bags. “It's going to look hot tied around your wrists.” I wink and walk away.

  Later in the evening, when I’m back at the suite, I check my email.

  A message from Katy, with the report. Can’t wait to open that. Have I mentioned I hate reports? I’ll never understand why something that feels like homework is necessary.

  I click it, hoping there’s some sort of insight to the company or some major secret behind Masters, but what I find is a girl who is completely organized, down to a T. Is she serious? One line reads ‘Wear a jacket, may get cold.’

  I laugh as I scroll through, skimming her little notes. She’s cute.

  And I smile at her last line:

  ‘Just pretend we’re madly in love and giddy for each other.

  Thanks, Katy’

  I press reply and type out my response.

  From: Pollux Clark

  Date: November 26 2017 9:15

  Subject: Re: Itinerary Reports

  To: Katy Vanderlin, Sexy Senior Consultant

  Katy,

  I find all the little notes to be quite helpful. Thank you for reminding me about the jacket as I may have forgotten how cold it is.

  Also, I love the note about not standing too close to Irene from accounting, or I may get felt up after she has hit the punch a bit too much.

  Reminded me of high school.

  I will do my best to play the perfect doting fiancé, complete with giddiness.

  But, as always, what makes a man truly giddy is a few risqué pictures sent his way.

  Do be a doll, and hook your fiancé up.

  Thanks, Pollux Clark,

  Fiancé to Katy Vanderlin

  I click send and relax back on my bed. It doesn’t take long for her to answer. And there’s an attached file. Fuck yes.

  I open the email faster than Google can find porn.

  From: Katy Vanderlin, Senior Consultant

  Date: November 26 2017 9:18

  Subject: Do Enjoy

  To: Pollux Clark, Pretend Fiance

  Pollux,

  My notes were only to help, as I can’t have my future husband acting a fool if he is questioned about his opinions on the last election.

  Furthermore, if we are to appear happy, you should know I hate cutesy nicknames and too much pda. Remain professional.

  As for the photo you requested, I hope the giddiness flows through you. Enjoy.

  Thanks, Katy Vanderlin

  Senior Consultant

  (Attached file)

  I click the image and shake my head at a cartoon drawing of Snow White in a very awkward position with none other than Dopey. For fuck’s sake.

  I press reply.

  From: Pollux Clark, horny pretend fiance

  Date: November 26 2017 9:22

  Subject: Ouch, you’re mean

  To: Katy Vanderlin, A woman with no shame in her game, Senior Consultant

  Katy,

  Giddy isn’t the word I would use to describe my current emotion. Disappointed would be a better one.

  How could you deny a horny man’s request?

  You send me Snow White, when I clearly want a picture of dirty Katy.

  Although, I must say that position does look interesting.

  Consider it as a preview of payment to be paid. Like a check, you send it, and I get the payment when I cash it.

  And believe me, I will be cashing in on you.

  Thanks, Pollux

  I smile as I flick on the TV to watch a little CNN and barely hear my phone ping with the incoming email.

  From: Katy Vanderlin, Spontaneous Senior Consultant

  Date: November 26 2017 9:28

  Subject: As if

  To: Pollux Clark, annoying pretend fiancé

  Pollux,

  I am not uptight. I’ll have you know I do spontaneous things. Case in point, the night we met.

  My checkbook is currently empty, but maybe if you’re lucky I’ll save all the fun for the honeymoon.

  Goodnight, Katy

  I laugh when I read about the honeymoon. All sorts of visions of Katy bound and at my mercy fire off in my mind. My dick hardens and I lean back, my head on the pillow, and pump slowly. I don’t jerk off to the image of Snow White, no, mind is solely focused on Katy. The first night we met. Me wrapping my hand around her neck.

  I jack off fast and hard, needing to be inside her again. I keep beati
ng my cock as I imagine her soft, wet pussy. I may have changed my opinion on reports.

  Chapter 5

  Katy

  “What are you smiling at?” Anne asks, leaning against the door frame to my office.

  Shit. She scared me. I feel like I’ve just been caught embezzling funds.

  “Was I smiling?” I reply, clicking out of the email I was writing to Pollux.

  “You were. It’s nice to see you loosen up and smile. Must be that sexy fiancé.” She waggles her brows behind her thick black frames.

  “Well, I don't know about all that.”

  “I do. Good for you getting it on in the bathroom.”

  “Oh, my god, Anne,” I exclaim.

  “What?” She pushes off the door frame. “Listen, I am ecstatic about this. I had no idea you were serious with anyone.”

  Ugh. I don't want to lie to Anne. She’s been my assistant since I was promoted a year ago and the only real friend I have here. Her quirky sense of style and pink streak in her blonde hair captivated me when I interviewed her, and we clicked.

  Thankfully, I don't have to lie to her, because my phone rings.

  “Katy Vanderlin,” I answer. Anne gives me the lunch signal, which is basically her pointing to her stomach, and I give her a little wave as she closes my office door.

  “I'm still waiting on my reply,” Pollux’s deep voice drawls in my ear.

  “Sorry, I was busy.”

  “Well? It's hump day. I think we need to honor that.”

  “Do you think about anything besides sex?” I ask, trying to hide the smile in my voice.

  “Of course,” he says. “Just not when I'm around you.”

  “I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.”

  “Me neither,” he muses. “We can discuss it later tonight, preferably before hump day expires.”

  I smile and shake my head. “I have a one o’clock meeting. Have a good afternoon, Pollux.”

  “You do the same, Katy,” he says before hanging up.

  The rest of the afternoon passes in a whir of meetings and conference calls. I'm glad for the distraction because I'm probably enjoying his emails a bit too much. He's so clever, and I find myself smiling every time I see his name in my inbox.

  Ludicrous.

  What is more ludicrous was him asking for a picture a few nights back. How could I send him that? And more important, why did I consider it? Because, for a moment, I did. I push him and his cute emails out of my mind and focus on what's familiar and safe—work. Until Friday night rolls around, and I get to see him again.

  I wrap the strand of pearls my mother gave me at age sixteen around my neck and scan myself in the mirror one last time. My blue, satin evening gown hugs my curves, and I spin like a princess to check the low back. It dips dangerously low, showing the bottom of my back almost to my ass. Snow White and all her naughtiness has got nothing on me.

  I grab my clutch and head for the door of my high-rise apartment on the Upper East side.

  The car service waits by the curb, and I slip into the backseat.

  Pollux has arranged to meet me at the party, and my nerves are already on high-alert at what awaits me.

  When the driver pulls up to the Masters skyrise, I spot him standing by the front doors.

  He takes my breath away. He's like suit porn in his black tuxedo with his hair combed to perfection. His eyes light up when he sees me, and I smile.

  “You look good,” I say as I meet him by the glass door.

  His eyes travel on a slow caress down my body and up again. “Yeah, you look...wow.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper. “I see you wore your winter coat.”

  “What would I have done without your detailed report?”

  His mischievous smile makes me uneasy. “Pollux, please, behave.”

  He pulls me in close, running his lips over my ear, creating another chill to course through me. “I definitely can’t promise you that. But, I love when you beg.”

  My hand pushes against his chest. “Ok, let’s just get through this night.”

  He opens the door and places his hand on the small of my back, sending chills racing through me. We step inside the lavish lobby and again are met by twinkling lights. The expense Masters goes to to transform the lobby for these affairs is outlandish. Tonight it's been transformed into a winter wonderland—lavish ornate lighting dripping with crystals, snowy white garlands wrapped around every pillar, and white orchids blooming in the center of each table.

  He leads me to the bar, and I order a Cosmo. I need a million of these to calm my nerves. Tonight’s event is a holiday party for some of our top clients, and I need Pollux to be on his best behavior. He orders himself an old fashioned, and we both turn to gaze out to the party.

  Everyone appears to be having a good time. Why wouldn't they? No expense is spared to wine and dine the premier clients of Masters.

  The band plays a happy holiday tune, and a few couples shuffle along the dance floor. Pollux surveys the room as he chugs his drink.

  I lightly tap his arm. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go say hi to a friend,” I say.

  “Yeah, sure. I’m gonna stroll around, ok?”

  “Ok, I’ll be over there.” I point my finger in the direction of Milly Taylor, an old friend now turned client, in the corner of the lobby. She’s probably one of the only people I really know on a personal level at this party.

  He nods and strides off.

  I sip a bit of my Cosmo before crossing the space to Milly.

  “Milly, hey. How are you?” I call out.

  She pulls me in for a hug, and kisses my cheek. “I hear you’re engaged to some gorgeous man. Where is he?” Her over made up Tammy Faye Bakker eyes scan the lobby as she searches for the mysterious fiancé.

  “He went to walk around. I’ll introduce you soon.”

  “I didn’t even know you were dating anyone. But, I’m happy for you. After Travis, anyone is better. Is this guy a good guy?”

  “He’s a great guy,” I lie. I have no clue what type of man Pollux is.

  “Good in the bedroom? Hits all the right chords?”

  I laugh. Milly has no filter. Her question is one thing I don’t need to lie about. “He would be a Mozart.”

  “Well then, doll. That’s all you need. A man who can make you play all the right notes.”

  “Where’s Mr. Taylor tonight?”

  She waves her hand in the direction of the bar. “He’s around.”

  I set my glass down on a passing server’s tray. “That’s good. How are things with you?” I ask.

  “Oh honey, I’m fine. I’m worried about you. How are you handling everything at work? Are they set on making you a partner yet?”

  I chew on the inside of my lip, debating if I should tell her the truth. But I clamp my mouth shut and decide against it. “Everything’s great. I sure hope they do.”

  Another client walks over to me, grabbing my attention away from Milly, and I tell her we’ll talk soon.

  “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Franklin.”

  The owner of Franklin Holdings, a top investment firm, and his wife both offer me a handshake, and I glory in the fact I have successfully filled this firm with more top clients than any of the other partners combined. They should be begging me to be partner.

  But, I don’t fixate on any of that as I search the lobby for Pollux. He’s nowhere to be found.

  “James, have you seen my fiancé?” I ask, as he passes by me.

  “He was getting on the elevators last I saw him.”

  “Thanks.”

  My phone dings, and I grab it from my clutch. A text from Pollux appears:

  I’m in your office, time to pay up.

  My office? I can't pay up in my office. Can I? I weave through the crowd to the elevators. It’s dark when I step inside my office.

  “Pollux?”Before I can flip on the light, a hand slips around my waist and another covers my mouth as I try to let out a scream. “I thought you
’d never show up,” Pollux husks against my ear. His tongue slides along the shell.

  He holds me tight with my back pressed against his chest. His erection pushes against the swell of my ass. It’s thrilling and yet terrifying. We could be caught.

  My pulse races.

  He keeps my mouth covered while his other hand roams over my breasts. “Shh, hold still. You look so damn sexy in this dress.”

  He kicks my legs apart as his hand trails to my stomach. I bite his hand, and he pushes me away.

  “What the hell?” I ask. I mean I know we agreed to sex, but I wasn’t expecting... well, I’m not sure what I expected.

  “What?” he steps closer, gripping my chin between his fingers. “I thought you’d like this.”

  I don't know him well enough to know if he's lying. His dark eyes reveal nothing… except lust. My breaths come out in rapid pants as he steps even closer. And then he lowers his lips and kisses me.

  Our hands fly at each other, grabbing twisting, pulling onto every part we can grasp.

  His hand traces up my thigh, and my breath catches at the contact. “You like when I touch you here?” He squeezes my inner leg, close to my center, and I moan. “Yes.”

  “I’ve been imagining what you taste like all night.”

  My eyes widen as he lowers to his knees. He pushes me back, and my ass comes in contact with the hard, wooden desk. Spreading my legs open, he bunches my dress up in his fists and licks a path up my thigh.

  “I need a taste,” he nearly growls.

  I smile, feeling daring. “Why don’t you, then,” I tease, spreading my legs further.

  That’s all the incentive he needs to slide the delicate material down my long legs and throw them over his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

  He licks a trail through my wetness.

  My eyes close as my head drops back. “Oh, God.”

  It’s been so long since I’ve been eaten out, and I nearly buck off the desk, but he holds me down, sucking my clit into his mouth.

  He's skilled at this; I don't even need to give him instructions.

  He nibbles and sucks, never stopping to even catch his breath. The motion of his face grinding into me has my orgasm nearing. Anyone could walk in. It’s nerve wracking and exciting all at the same time—the level of suspense in every stroke of his tongue, wondering if I’m moaning too loud to be heard by any passerby.