<p>“How was lunch?” my husband Jason asked as I dropped my purse on the coffee table.</p><p>“It was good. The food there is incredible.”</p><p>“And how’s Evan?” he asked.</p><p>“Good. Still single, obviously.”</p><p>Evan and I had worked together years ago and remained close.</p><p>“Still flirty?”</p><p>“Of course,” I said as I rolled my eyes.</p><p>Flirty was one of Evan’s defining character traits. It was like it was part of his DNA. He was also an exceptionally good-looking man who worked hard to stay in shape, so the flirty thing worked for him. If I’m being honest, it was part of why I liked hanging out with him. I rolled my eyes mostly for my husband’s benefit, because it feels good when a gorgeous man flirts with me. So sue me.</p><p>“I don’t have anything to worry about, do I?” Jason said. He was smiling. He knew Evan wasn’t the kind of guy that would work to break up a marriage.</p><p>“Well, now that you mention it, he did ask me to be his date for his sister’s wedding.”</p><p>Jason looked surprised. “Really?”</p><p>“Yeah, it’s totally harmless though. He doesn’t want to go alone and he doesn’t really have any other female friends to ask, you know?”</p><p>“Wait, did you say yes? Are you really going to a wedding as some other guy’s date?”</p><p>I couldn’t tell if Jason was actually annoyed or if he was confused more than anything.</p><p>“It’s harmless, honey. We’ll have some bad chicken, talk to his family members, and do a little dancing. Absolutely nothing you’d find objectionable will happen. We probably won’t even slow dance together.”</p><p>Jason was definitely a little bit insecure. I could see it. He was trying his best not to show it though. He didn’t want to come off as insecure. It was kind of adorable.</p><p>“When is it?” he asked.</p><p>“Two weeks from Saturday.”</p><p>“Do you have to buy a dress?”</p><p>“I don’t have to, I suppose, but I was thinking I’d at least see if I could find one for a good price,” I said. I certainly didn’t mind an excuse to go shopping for a pretty new dress.</p><p>“Where’s the wedding?” Jason asked.</p><p>“That’s the other thing. It’s near Evan’s hometown, so I’ll actually be gone all weekend. We’re leaving Friday morning and I’ll be back late on Sunday.”</p><p>Jason looked a little concerned. I couldn’t blame him. What had begun as a night had blossomed into a whole weekend just like that.</p><p>“I guess I could go golfing,” he said.</p><p>“You absolutely could. You could have your friends over to play cards, too. You could do a beer and barbecue weekend.”</p><p>“Well, I guess we’re both going to have fun, aren’t we?” Jason said as a satisfied smile crossed his face.</p><p>“Yes we are,” I said before giving him a quick kiss.</p><p>I was genuinely looking forward to it. I love weddings and a chance for a weekend away sounded like fun.</p><p><br></p><p>“Hello gorgeous!” Evan said as he opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and asked, “I hope you didn’t have to get fondled by the TSA people.”</p><p>“I made it through without getting a second look from anyone,” I said with a laugh. “Not even a little bit of fondling.”</p><p>“Aw, are you disappointed?” Evan shot back. “I could fondle you if it would make you feel better.”</p><p>I should probably confess something. I’ve always nursed a little bit of a harmless crush on Evan. It’s not anything serious. I don’t draw hearts around his name in my notebooks. It’s mostly that he’s gorgeous, in great shape, and flirty and that he seems to like flirting with me. I rarely stop him from flirting, though. Why would I?</p><p>“Right here in the airport? That would be so scandalous?” I said as I giggled.</p><p>“Well, I wouldn’t do it right out in the open. But we could certainly do it here in the first class lounge.” Evan pushed opened the door to the lounge, showed the attendant our first class tickets, and led us inside.</p><p>“We’re flying first class?”</p><p>“Absolutely. In all honesty, you’re doing me a favor this weekend. You wouldn’t believe how much my family hassles me about who I’m dating, when I’m getting married, etc. I could not have gone to this alone. It would have been an absolute nightmare. So, as a way of saying thank you, I’m flying us first class.”</p><p>I was genuinely excited. I’ve flown first class a few times, and the difference is significant. Plus, free drinks.</p><p>“How about a drink?” Evan asked.</p><p>“Is this about the fondling? Are you trying to get me liquored up so I’ll let you take liberties with me?” I teased.</p><p>“You’ve seen right through me. Still, the drinks are free and I want to get my money’s worth. Those first class tickets aren’t cheap, you know.”</p><p>“Of course. I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I said.</p><p>Evan procured two drinks and we sat together and enjoyed the somewhat uninspiring view out the tall windows.</p><p>“You look exceptionally good today,” he said. “I love the travel outfit.”</p><p>Don’t hate me when I say that I dressed up a little for Evan. Usually I wear sweatpants when I fly. On this day I wore a pair of Lululemon yoga pants that made my legs and ass look absolutely stunning. I paired them with a soft, off-the-shoulder sweater that revealed a lacy bra strap. The goal was to look exceptionally good while also making it seem like I wasn’t trying that hard. The goal was also to make Evan a little bit hot for me.</p><p>“Thank you,” I said as I sipped my drink. I’m pretty sure I blushed a little. I couldn’t help it. “You look like your typically handsome self.”</p><p>“I try,” he said before flashing his charming smile.</p><p>I always figured free drinks were weak, but that was definitely not the case in this particular first class lounge. I ended up wonderfully buzzed after I downed it.</p><p>At one point, Evan leaned closer and said, “Look at these two,” as he pointed at a couple that looked to be in their mid 40s.</p><p>“Look at how they seem to detest each other. He’s barely looking at her, and she’s gorgeous! What a fool.”</p><p>It was hard to miss how annoyed with each other the couple seemed to be, though more of it seemed to be coming from the guy. I was a little more sympathetic than Evan. I’ve been in fights with Jason where I didn’t want to speak to him afterwards. They don’t always happen at opportune times.</p><p>That being said, the thing I really noticed was Evan’s hand on my leg. He was touching me just above my knee. His fingers – which were exceptionally long – felt surprisingly good on my thigh as they reached to the leather cushion of the couch we were sitting on.</p><p>I’m pretty sure it excited me a little more than it should have because I was a bit drunk. Or maybe being drunk let me actually feel the excitement I would have felt anyway. I don’t know. I just know that I liked it.</p><p>“You’re touching me,” I said, though not in an offended way. More like I was just stating a fact, though it’s possible there was a hint of wonder in my voice.</p><p>“Well would you look at that,” Evan said as he looked down at his hand on my leg. “I suppose I am.” He didn’t bother to move his hand.</p><p>In fact, he leaned in closer. I’m pretty sure he was a little tipsy too. “You’re irresistible,” he said.</p><p>Okay, so, don’t hate me, but I’m almost certain I would have let Evan kiss me right there if my phone hadn’t dinged.</p><p>Instead, I turned away from him, grabbed my phone, and saw that Jason had texted me. He wanted to know if I’d gotten to the airport okay.</p><p>“I did, yeah,” I texted back. “In fact, Evan treated me to a first class ticket. We’re in the lounge right now enjoying a free drink.”</p><p>“Wow. Should I be nervous that another man seems to be wooing my wife?” he texted back.</p><p>I imagined Jason chuckling as he texted me. He wasn’t usually the jealous type. The thing was, I’d almost just kissed another man and it sure seemed like Evan had a little more on his mind that simply taking me to a wedding to save him from having to deal with his annoying family.</p><p>“You know Evan. He’s terribly flirty,” I texted Jason.</p><p>I’d turned away from Evan to text Jason, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing my leg. He wasn’t being particularly lascivious about it, but it was the sort of thing Jason would have gotten annoyed about.</p><p>If I hadn’t been a little drunk, I would have been embarrassed that I didn’t stop him. I would have been even more embarrassed that I was aroused. I mean, like, seriously aroused. I could feel it between my legs. I could actually feel the wetness. It was incredible. That’s why I didn’t stop him. I wanted more.</p><p>“Really? He’s flirting with you?” Jason texted.</p><p>“A little, yeah,” I lied.</p><p>“It’s not bothering you, is it?” he texted back.</p><p>“I kind of like it. Is that weird?”</p><p>So, I definitely wouldn’t have texted that if I was totally sober. It seemed like my filter disappeared. I was just being honest, which is something, I suppose, but of course that honesty could have been more than a little damaging.</p><p>For thirty seconds, no text came back and I wondered if I’d made a huge mistake. Then, finally, Jason answered.</p><p>“If you like it, I like it, as long as you don’t do anything crazy,” he texted.</p><p>That was surprising. I mean, legitimately surprising. Like I said, Jason’s not really a jealous guy, but for him to basically give me the go ahead to flirt with Evan was unexpected.</p><p>“Well then, maybe I’ll have a little fun,” I texted back. “Nothing crazy, of course.”</p><p>“Enjoy yourself and have a good flight!” he texted.</p><p>I put down my phone and smiled. I wondered if Jason had hidden, potentially naughty depths I’d never bothered to explore, or if he was completely confident in the fact that I would never do anything harmful to our marriage.</p><p>Either way, I slid closer to Evan once more and he still had his hand on my thigh. I didn’t move it. I didn’t do anything to discourage his apparent desire to touch me. I was on board.</p><p>“So, Evan, tell me about your family. What do I need to know to be your wedding date?” I asked.</p><p>“I’m glad you asked,” he said. “And I’m glad we have a long flight, because there’s lots to know.”</p><p><br></p><p>Evan’s dad, Charles, picked us up at the airport. </p><p>I watched them embrace before Evan turned to me and said, “Dad, I’d like you to meet-“</p><p>“Sarah! Are you kidding me? There’s no introduction needed. I’m thrilled to meet the woman that finally got Evan to commit to a real relationship,” Charles said as he took me into a tighter embrace than I was expecting.</p><p>Also unexpected was the fact that Evan and I were apparently in a relationship. It seemed that he’d done a little bit of lying to his parents. Perhaps he was more serious than I thought when he talked about wanting to avoid being annoyed by their pestering. Thankfully I’d decided not to wear my engagement ring for the weekend.</p><p>“C’mon, let me take you to the hotel,” Charles said as he finally let me free from his embrace.</p><p>I gave Evan a look and he mouthed “I’m sorry,” but it’s not like we could talk about it in the arrivals zone at the airport.</p><p>Thankfully, it was a quick ride to the hotel – which was exceptionally luxurious – and Charles said his goodbyes as he dropped us off. He still had lots to do before the rehearsal dinner later that night.</p><p>There was another little surprise when Evan checked us in. He’d booked just one room for us. It had two queen beds, but not the separate rooms I was promised. I honestly couldn’t tell if he was really trying to sell his parents on the idea that we were a couple or if he’d planned this all along as an elaborate way to get me into bed.</p><p>“I guess I’m more talented than I thought,” I said as we rode the elevator to the 11th floor.</p><p>“Huh?” Evan said. He still seemed a little embarrassed at the whole thing, like he somehow thought it wouldn’t come up that he’d told his parents we were in a relationship.</p><p>“Well, apparently I’ve convinced you to get more serious about relationships without us going on a single date. That’s fairly incredible, wouldn’t you say?”</p><p>“I’m really sorry,” Evan said. There was genuine contrition in his voice. “I was going to tell you once we got to the hotel. It’s just, you have no idea what they can be like. It’s incredible. It’s like nothing else I do in life matters if I don’t have a girlfriend. I might as well be worthless to them without a relationship of some kind.”</p><p>It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Evan be genuinely vulnerable. There was real pain on his face. It makes sense, of course. No one can make us feel that way quite like family.</p><p>I reached out and took his hand in mine. “It’s okay. I understand. I’ll be your girlfriend for the weekend,” I said.</p><p>“Thanks,” he said softly.</p><p>We held hands for the rest of the elevator ride and as we walked down the hallway. It was strange, but kind of beautiful too. I didn’t want to let go and I don’t think he wanted to let go either. It felt nice. It felt like what he needed at the moment, too. Maybe I needed it too.</p><p>After setting down our luggage and doing a little unpacking, Evan excused himself to take a shower while I sat on the bed and grabbed my phone.</p><p>I felt like I needed to tell Jason something about what my weekend seemed like it was going to turn into. I had basically committed to being someone else’s girlfriend for the next few days.</p><p>“Hey, so, bit of a weird development,” I began the text. “Evan told his family that he and I are dating so they’d get off his back about finding someone. Apparently they can be really terrible to him about it. He didn’t tell me that’s what he was doing, of course. I told him I’d go along with it. I hope that’s okay.”</p><p>I figured that was good. It was honest, after all. I left out the stuff about me feeling attracted to Evan and liking the fact that he was touching me in the airport lounge (or that he’d done much of the same during the flight).</p><p>“Wow. Really. So my wife is going to be someone else’s girlfriend for the weekend,” Jason texted back.</p><p>“That’s the long and short of it,” I texted.</p><p>“Look, I love you madly and I trust you completely. I know that you’re not going to do anything that would permanently fuck up our marriage. So, why don’t you have some fun this weekend? Okay?” Jason texted.</p><p>I stared at the text for a little while. I honestly couldn’t tell if he was saying that I should have the kind of fun that included dancing and drinking at a wedding, or if I should have the kind of fun that included hooking up with someone that was my fake boyfriend.</p><p>It felt weird to ask, too. If I asked him if it was okay to hook up with Evan, for instance, he would definitely think that I wanted to hook up with Evan and could be really hurt if that’s not what he meant. If I asked him to explain himself in more detail he might find that really weird, too.</p><p>Instead, I texted, “You’re really okay with this? With me having some fun this weekend, as you put it?”</p><p>“We’ve been married for 11 years now, honey. I trust you. I love you, and I feel like you’re entitled to a little bit of fun without me,” he texted back.</p><p>Evan stepped out of the bathroom as I finished reading the text. I put my phone down and looked at my fake boyfriend. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest and abs were gorgeous. They were sculpted. He looked like a model. Like an irresistible model.</p><p>I stood up and walked towards him. “Did you forget your clothes?” I asked.</p><p>“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said. He seemed genuine. Perhaps he was still a little frazzled from the reveal of his master plan being bungled.</p><p>“Look,” I said as I reached out and took his hand. “I want to be your girlfriend for the weekend and I want to do a good job at it. I want to be convincing for your family.”</p><p>I saw this beautiful, irresistible flash of hope in his eyes. I’m pretty sure he saw what happened next coming.</p><p>“Because I want to do a good job,” I said as I let go of his hand and moved my fingers over his abs and up to his impressively muscular chest, “I think we need to share a first kiss at the very least.”</p><p>I stepped closer, pressed my body against Evan’s, and pulled his lips to mine. My hand moved to the back of his head and I ran my fingers through his hair.</p><p>Evan moaned into my mouth. I’m pretty sure it was involuntary, probably a mixture of surprise and delight. Then his hands moved to my waist and he pulled me closer. His tongue gently probed my mouth, getting more active as I matched his fervor.</p><p>As first kisses go, it was world class. I knew I was aroused and the very obvious bulge in his towel made it clear that Evan was not only aroused but exceptionally blessed between the legs.</p><p>“Sorry,” he said as he looked down.</p><p>“No need to apologize. That was an excellent first kiss,” I said as I stepped back. “Is it okay if I shower?”</p><p>“Of course, the bathroom’s all yours.”</p><p>“How much time before the rehearsal dinner?” I asked as I unzipped my suitcase and pulled out a few things. I left the suitcase open and purposefully exposed some of the sexy underthings I’d brought for the weekend. I wanted Evan to imagine me in them. I felt shameless but more than a little aroused doing it.</p><p>“Two hours.”</p><p>“Perfect, that’s just enough time for me to look fabulous.”</p><p>Evan smiled. His nerves seemed to have dissipated. I was thankful. The kiss felt like it might have been a bad idea at the time, but it seemed like it had fulfilled its purpose. Now I knew what it was like to kiss the man that was going to be my boyfriend for the next few days. I happened to know that he had a very big cock, too.</p><p>“Thank you, Sarah,” he said. “Thank you for all of this. I know it was unfair not to tell you upfront.”</p><p>This time I kissed him on the cheek. “There’s no need to be sorry, Evan. We’re going to have fun, I can tell.”</p><p>That much I was certain of.</p>