The Pretend Girlfriend

Chapter Thirty Two~ Mr. & Mrs. Bond

**** Warning this chapter contains some sexual material. If you're not comfortable with this, than I suggest you to skip this chapter. Thank you****

"So, what now?" Gwen said. She sat on a barstool at the island in his kitchen. She had to sit gingerly to avoid the shocks of pain that came with sitting normally. Just thinking about the source of that ache sent heat through her chest and a blush to her cheeks.

Turning from the counter where he was preparing their breakfast, he said, "We should get out of here."

When he saw her flushed face, he smiled, winked, and turned back to the parfaits. That didn't help dispel the heat. It wasn't fair that messy hair looked good on a guy. Of course, his hair was all nicely tousled like that because of the way she'd kept running her fingers through it while he...

"Here you go," Aiden said, putting the dishes down on the island and sitting down next to her.

"But how are we getting out? There are probably sneaky people with cameras all over the place. And a helicopter. We can't forget about the helicopter." She stuck her spoon into the dish and swirled the parfait around, lost in thought.

They'd checked the windows earlier, and there were indeed people with cameras waiting out on the sidewalk. And when Aiden placed a call to the concierge desk, they told him the vans had been out front all night, shifting parking spots to avoid the meter maids. Basically, they were under siege. Except instead of catapults and boiling oil the invading army down there had DSLR cameras and instant access to the internet for uploading their spoils.

And they did need to get out. While it was so nice to hang out with him like this (I mean, he's prepared every meal so far, Gwen thought) they both felt the initial symptoms of cabin fever. And this was yet another night spent not doing any schoolwork! Besides, they had run out of condoms. Gwen's blush grew brighter at that. Although, she also felt more than a little pleased with their performance and multiple encores. Aiden clinked his spoon lightly against his dish, his eyes going glassy with thought.

"I have an idea."

"Do tell," Gwen said.

It took them about an hour after that to get ready. Ready-getting consisted mostly of getting clean and dressed. That was the beauty of Aiden's plan; it was simple. Elegant, if Gwen wanted to use a slightly more expensive word. So down to the lobby they went, the ride in the elevator smooth and quiet. Gwen drank in that silence and solitude, knowing that soon both would be shattered.

"Don't worry. This will work," Aiden said. He'd called the taxi company already, and the dispatcher said the car would be ready. They just had to get to it.

"Don't let go," Gwen said when he took her hand.

They reached the ground floor and the door slid open with a soft chime. The doorman and the concierge hadn't let any of the loiterers into the building, so the lobby was mostly empty.
Still, as Gwen and Aiden walked towards the door, Gwen couldn't help feeling like she was in a zombie movie, moving towards the wall of flesh eating monsters waiting on the other side of the glass. And the reporters and photographers seemed just as ravenous as the living dead. As soon as one caught sight of the approaching couple, they all turned as one. Gwen flinched as the flashes started going off. She hoped she looked okay. Since she'd spent the night and washed, she didn't have any makeup on. Aiden didn't have any, of course.

Although when she voiced her concerns, he'd told her that she looked "Fantastic." That had really helped then, but now that she was staring down the proverbial barrel of the gun, she didn't feel so certain anymore. Just imagine the pictures! Gwen thought. And she didn't want to think of what they would say when they saw her wearing the same clothes as the day before. Her parents were going to die of embarrassment and shock. Sensing her hesitation, Aiden gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.