Enemies to loves imagines

POV you have to work together (part 2) fake dating/fake fiance

"I am NOT a brat, thank you very much," you got in line, holding your ticket and passport. He stepped in behind you, trying to suppress a smile (failing miserably). 

"Admit it," He narrowed his eyes, and crossed his arms. 

You narrowed your eyes right back.

"No, Daniel. I am not."

He put his forefinger and thumb close to each other, "a little bit."

"You're insufferable."He laughed, "y/n, It's not an insult. People like, find that attractive," he pointed out, "and you just give off that vibe."

"Do you find that attractive?" You asked, and then suddenly realized what it sounded like. It sounded like you cared (which you didn't), and wanted to know what was attractive to him (which you don't).

"Oh my god, y/n" he laughed, his voice deep, "well, if you must know-"

"No, I don't," you replied quickly, and took a step forward to keep up with the line. You were close to boarding. 

"Well, in any case, y/n, I kind of do..." You paused and swallowed. 

Something pinged in your stomach as you suppressed the weird ass butterflies you were feeling. Why does he have to make everything sexual, Jesus Christ? 

You stepped up to the front of the line and handed her your ticket and passport. She stamped them and you both went on your way to board the plane. 

Your seats were right next to each other, and you took the one near the window. Daniel put all the carry on backs up top and sat down beside you. 

"Alright, Princess," He handed you the manila folder, "keep going. We have 3 hours on this plane to nail everything down."

"No goofing around," you order, opening the folders.

"Me? I would never!" He chuckled, clasping his hands behind his head as he sat back.

 --------------------------------------------- Fast Forward: Landing in Florida---------------------------------------

"Fuck, everything hurts," you said rubbing your shoulder as you walked through the Airport. You had grabbed your luggage and everything. He chuckled behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, slowly massaging it. You swallowed and pulled away from him.

"Um... What are you doing?" Your face went a light shade of pink.

"Massaging you," he replied, reaching for you again. You tried to stop him but he stepped behind you and whispered, "relax."

You couldn't fucking relax. Why the hell was he touching you? Why weren't you pushing him away?

"y/n y/l/n? Daniel Clarke?" A husky voice asked and you both turned around to a guy dressed in a tux, holding a sign with your names on it.

"Oh, um... You must be Johnny!" You smiled, happy to see him, and pulled out of Daniel's grasp. Daniel frowned a little and you noticed but decided to ignore it. This was a business trip. Key word: Business.

You stuck out your hand so that you could shake Johnny's hand. After everyone was acquainted, you all went to the car.

"So," Johnny started, "I'm gonna drop you off right now at the Hotel XXX, and afterwards- tomorrow, meaning, I'm gonna need you guys to be ready at the lobby at 2:15. We're gonna get you guys dressed for the business meeting. It's very formal, and you have to be dressed well. Women in cocktail dresses and men in suits."