"I need a girlfriend for a day," he said, his tone casual yet undeniably serious.
"Twenty-four hours... I just want to know what it feels like to have one."
"In ten years of my career, I've never committed to anyone. Now my parents are trying to set me up with someone they chose, so I need to convince them I already have a girlfriend," he explained, flashing the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
"So... you're a virgin?" she asked, her voice nervous, eyes darting from the glass in her hand to his mesmerizing gaze.
He laughed, a rich, confident sound. "No. I just don't date."
"Oh," she murmured, her cheeks heating as curiosity got the best of her. "So what do you do with all those supermodels I see you with on TV?" The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Her face flushed, and she wished she could take it back.
But he didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I fuck them," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Hard."