Hello My Fake Fiancé (Book 1 Hello Series)

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"You selfish, egotistical pig," I hiss.

His nostrils flare. "You sexually frustrated control freak," he bites back.

I suck in a sharp breath, his words hitting way too close to home. Is that what he really thinks of me? That I'm some rigid, lonely prude who only slept with him out of some twisted need for control? My chest burns.

"You disgust me," I whisper, shoving at him again.

"You're not exactly a barrel of sunshine either, Princess," he snaps.

I swear, I could strangle him.

Here I am, trapped in a broom closet with a man I barely know, who I slept with, who I shouldn't have slept with, who I still want even though I despise him.

And for what?

Because he's sexy as hell? Because I haven't felt this alive in years? Because I miss the way he made me feel that night?

I have to get out of here. "Would you please move your damn pelvis away from me?" I snap.

He exhales a sharp laugh, completely unbothered. "You sure? 'Cause I think you like it."

I scowl. "Ha! Don't flatter yourself, bucko."

Dawson smirks, lowering his voice, making sure I feel the words as much as I hear them. "How can I not," he murmurs, "when I've never had a complaint?"

Heat floods my body, and I hate myself for it.

I shove at his chest, but instead of moving away, he moves closer.

His lips brush my jaw, slow and deliberate, trailing down to the spot just below my ear, and damn it, my breath stutters. "You can lie to yourself all you want, Meeks," he murmurs, "but we both know the truth."

And then—he kisses me. Hard. It's not sweet. It's not careful. It's frustration and tension and four days of avoidance colliding all at once, and for one reckless second, I kiss him back.

Then, reality slams into me like a freight train. I shove him. Hard. Too hard. The door flies open. And suddenly—we're falling.

Dawson lands flat on his back with me sprawled half on top of him, my dress hiked up, his scrubs wrinkled, and every single head in the hospital cafeteria turning toward us.

Oh. Oh, this looks bad. A doctor falling out of a supply closet with a woman on top of him? Yeah. He is never gonna hear the end of this.