Free For Real (Rules of Love, Book One) by Chelsea M. Cameron

he’s staring at me. Or, he’s staring at me, but his eyes keep skipping over my boobs. In all fairness, it’s not his fault. They’re pretty obvious and you can’t miss ‘em.
    “See something you like?” I say, using his phrase.
    “A few things.” His eyes go back to my face and he smiles.
    “You wanna come in, Fake Boyfriend?”
    “I would love to, Fake Girlfriend.” I let him in and give him the grand tour. I’d spent most of the afternoon sprucing up the place as much as it could possibly be spruced. I’d lit a few scented candles to make it kind of romantic.
    “I set up the bed for you. The sheets are clean and I hope that’s enough pillows.” I may have overdone it.
    “Yeah, looks great,” Jett says, picking up one of the pillows and then tossing it down again on the spare mattress.
    “So you ready for our first outing, Fake Boyfriend?”
    “I am, are you?” Oh, isn’t that the question? He turns around and his eyes automatically go to my boobs and then back up to my face, as if he has to force them.
    “I’m ready. And I’m not going to punch you for staring at my boobs. I’m not one of those girls how throws them out there and then gets pissed when people stare at them. I mean, isn’t that what you want?” I put my hands on my hips and he clears his throat and looks away.
    “Well, it’s good to know that I’m not going to get punched for staring at my Fake Girlfriend’s chest. Now if someone else does, I’m going to have a problem with that.” There’s that smile I adore. “Don’t worry, I know the Vulcan nerve pinch.”
    “What is the Vulcan nerve pinch?” I’ve never really seen a lot of Star Trek . I’m more of a Star Wars girl.
    “Here.” He comes to stand behind me so my back is right up against his chest. Oh. Hello there.
    “So you’re supposed to go unconscious when I do this.” One of his hands pinches right at the base of my neck where it meets my shoulders.
    “Are you sure you’re doing it right? All I feel is pinching.” It feels kind of nice, actually. A bit like a massage.
    “I guess we’ll just have to practice,” he says in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He removes his hand from my neck, but doesn’t step away from me. He’s really warm. I lean back a little bit and he sighs.
    And then the front door opens and voices invade my apartment.
    Jett jumps away from me as if I’m on fire.
    “Hello?” Jordyn’s sweet southern voice says and I turn around to face Jett.
    “You ready, Fake Boyfriend?” I hold up my hand for a high five.
    “I’m ready, Fake Girlfriend.” We slap hands and walk out into the kitchen.
    “Hey, I’m Jordyn.” Raised with Southern Values, she always acts like she’s working a garden party. She also likes to shove things under the rug and pretend they never happened, which is why she makes no mention of what happened the night I went home with Jett.
    Jett shakes Jordyn’s hand and then she introduces Tanner. He’s got a Harley Davidson shirt on and looks kind of stoned. Or maybe that’s just how his face is all the time. He’s cute otherwise.
    Daisy comes in behind them, looking a little bitter that she doesn’t have a guy, but then Jett mentions Javier and her eyes light up. Lovely.
    “Hey, will you help me with something?” Cass says, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the bathroom as Daisy and Jordyn follow.
    “What do you need ‘help’ with, Cassandra?” I say as they shut the door and all round on me.
    “Okay, so we all feel like shit about what we did, but we wanted to make sure that you’re being careful with this guy,” she says. The other two nod.
    I’m pissed. I’m about ready to blow, but then that would cause drama and the guys are waiting. My parents constantly fought when I was growing up, and I think that has affected my ability to have normal relationships. Or maybe I’m just screwed up. At any rate, I’m not doing this. I will not engage.
    “This conversation never