Page 55 of The Great Dating Fake Off
A curvy girl with long platinum locks in a hot pink cowboy hat—who is completely falling out of her top—takes her turn as her friends cheer her on. Sergio and Benji are both openly gawking at her.
“I imagine this is what the strip club would’ve felt like,” Alessia deadpans.
Enzo turns around and faces the opposite direction like a good boy.
Nora subtly peeks over at me, mouth fastened to the rim of her cup. And because I’m looking right back at her, she is busted for checking.
“Not my type.” I lower my voice so only she can hear. “I prefer brunettes.”
Her cheeks flush a pretty peach color as she takes a long sip to cover the smile on her face. And I’m the jackass who really likes putting it there.
The blonde’s turn concludes. She and her friends take off, leaving the bull open for our group.
“Next up!” the operator calls.
Sergio—who I half expected to chase after the group of women who just left, given the naked lust in his eyes—bounds through the gate. “Let’s ride.”
Ro scrutinizes his four-second turn with a crinkled nose. “That looks hard. I think I’m too that for drunk.”
“You mean too drunk for that?” Gia asks, in no better shape herself as she sways. She leans on Ro for balance.
Gia goes after Sergio, lasting so long the operator had to crank it up to high gear to get her to fall off.
On Ro’s turn, she holds on for dear life, melting gracefully off the side in about three seconds. Enzo does it with no hands and a cocky smile, which is impressive until the operator tests his smug ass by kicking it straight into high gear. He falls off and jogs to the gate with a wave to his nonexistent adoring fans.
Nora’s next.
She steps on the podium and swings her leg over the bull. Her white cowboy boots dangle as she shimmies her body into place.
It whirs to life. Her back arches and her knees hug the sides as the operator eases her into the ride. She grips the lone strap with one hand and the other sticks straight up.
As the bull lurches and she hinges forward to hold on, her shorts ride up so high I can see the crease where her legs end and her ass begins. I lose a year of my life from the stress of trying not to look at her lithe body as she moves.
Speaking of types, she’s mine to a T—and the T stands for tempting.
When she starts to slip at the end, she throws herself off and ambles confidently toward the gate. We cheer, and Alessia gives her a wolf whistle. Her giggle at the attention bleeds into a full-blown laugh.
She exits through the gate and Benji offers her a high five. “Crushed it, Nora.”
“What is this, gym class?” Ro says with a laugh. “Give your girl a kiss, Benji!”
My stomach twists into a violent knot.
Benji’s steely gaze flits between Nora and his sister, and I cannot for the life of me figure out how he’s going to get out of this. My pulse rages in my ears.
Nora’s eyes are wide and fearful. For a split second, I’m sure they’re going to blow their cover by refusing to kiss.
And for a different second, I’m sure he’s going to kiss her.
Alessia grabs my arm like we’re watching a scary movie and leans close to my ear. “Remember when I bet you a hundred bucks he wouldn’t? I’m about to collect.”
I don’t care about the money. I’d give a thousand for him to keep his hands off her.
“Dude, do you need me to kiss your girl for you?” Sergio asks.
Alessia pinches Enzo’s elbow and whispers something in his ear.
I’m not even sure I’m breathing when Enzo dips down and throws Rosalina over his shoulder. “If you want to watch two people get weird, let’s find a mirror.” He smacks her ass so loud she screeches. “C’mon you filthy voyeurs. Next round’s on me!”
