Page 29 of Big Dick Energy

Dallas, all six foot four of him, walked in wearing a hotel bathrobe that wasn't doing much to stay closed.

I gripped my towel tighter. “What the hell, Dallas?”

“What?” He grabbed his toothbrush off the counter. “I need to brush my teeth.”

“That's great, but I'm in here right now,” I said, trying to sound authoritative while standing in nothing but a towel with my hair dripping cold water down my back.

He shrugged, looking annoyingly amused. “I don't mind. That's what married couples do, right? Share bathrooms and shit.”

“Dallas Dodger...” My voice came out as a warning, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that I was backing into the corner, wedged between the shower door and a towel rack.

“Speaking of last names,” he cut me off, flipping on the water to the sink as his gaze met mine through the mirror. “Davina Dodger has a nice ring to it.”

“D…” I started to scream, but caught myself when I realized he'd used my actual name instead of Davidson. “Dallas, we are not really married.”

He huffed out a laugh as he leaned over the sink, his bathrobe gaping dangerously. “We are really married. There's a whole ass marriage certificate sitting out there with both our names on it.” His gaze locked with mine in the mirror again, one eyebrow arched in challenge. “You signed it. It's legit.”

“You know what I mean,” I said, trying and failing to sound calm. “There's no reason to discuss last names when this is all temporary.” I shoved against his immovable form. “And we do not do things that married couples do because this is fake. F-A-K-E. A business arrangement.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into my increasingly frazzled nervous system. “Okay, whatever you say, Davidson.” He held his hands up like he was surrendering, though his expression suggested he was winning a game I didn't know we were playing. “But we are going to have to kiss again at some point.”

“We've already kissed,” I groaned, trying not to notice how his lips curved into a perfect bow. “It was so unimpressive that I can't even remember it. No need for a repeat performance.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you're kind of cute when you're all worked up?” He leaned closer. “Your left eye does this little twitchy thing right... here.” He brushed his thumb just below my eye, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“No. Get. Out. Dallas.” I shoved my whole arm toward the door, pointing with such force I nearly dislocated my shoulder.

He backed away, still looking amused. “Okay. I know when I'm not wanted.”

He clearly did not believe that.

I frantically yanked on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before I flung open the bathroom door and stepped back into the hotel room. “Now...” My voice died in my throat as my gaze locked on Dallas's bare, muscular back, as he stood by the bed buttoning his pants.

God clearly had a twisted sense of humor. Giving such a beautiful man such an insufferable personality.

“Like what you see, Davidson?” he asked without turning.

“For the love of all that is holy...” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache forming behind my eyes. “My name is Davina. Da-vi-na. Three syllables even your oversized ego should be able to handle.”

He turned, revealing abs, and smirked.

“I think we need to set some ground rules,” I said, looking at his face and only his face.

“Good idea,” he said. “We should set some ground rules for tonight.”

“Ground rules,” I repeated, my face pinching with confusion. “For tonight.”

He walked toward me. “Since we're married...”

“We are not married,” I said automatically.

He huffed out an exaggerated sigh that made his chest rise and fall. “We are married.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out my wedding ring. “And we have to act like it.”

He grabbed my right hand, his touch gentler than I expected, and slipped the ring onto my finger. “You can wear it on this hand until we get back to Florida.” He released my hand and pulled his ring off, slipping it onto his opposite hand.

“Even though we agreed not to tell our friends right now, we still need to act married to some extent. Our marriage license is public record and was signed yesterday.”

“Shit.”