My voice reached proportions that were by no means discreet and earned me a second glance from both Spooner and the trio of brightly if scantily clothed girls filtering through the door. “You brought me to a whore house?”
“Shhh. Go with it.”
Go with it! Easy for him to say. Meanwhile, one among the newly arrived shift of hookers was sending my pretend boyfriend some pretty suggestive glances and I was starting to get not-so-pretend jealous over it.
“Hey, Jack. Long time no see.” That from a brassy bleached blonde with breasts not found in nature.
Okay, so I needed a bit of a touchup to my own hair, but at least my boobs were real.
“Hi, Tanya. Yeah, I’ve been busy.”
“So I read. Who’s the new girl? I didn’t know Spooner was hiring.” The hooker’s gaze swept me from my practical footwear to my less than fresh t-shirt. I could tell she didn’t approve of my fashion choices. I tried to figure out why that pissed me off.
“This is my girlfriend Beth. Beth. Tanya.”
“Girlfriend, huh? Makes sense. She’s a little old to be one of Spooner’s girls.”
I took one step forward, to do what, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps defend myself by saying I was not too old to be a hooker. I don’t know. This whole day was crazy.
Luckily, Jack held me back by wrapping an arm around my neck and hauling me against him. Then his lips crashed into mine for a knee-weakening kiss. I was still reeling from the electricity his lips created when they hit mine when he buried his face in my hair and whispered against my ear, “Be good.”
Oh, right. Mobsters. Imminent death. Pretend boyfriend. I remembered it all now.
“Spooner. Can I head upstairs? Beth and I could use some time alone, if you know what I mean.”
“You all go get ready. I’m expecting some VIPs today.” Spooner shooed the girls away and returned to us when they’d gone. “You and your woman will just have to wait because I haven’t agreed to this yet, man.”
“What’s it going to take? Tell me. Money? A favor? What?”
“Tell me why you left Joey’s daughter at the alter for this one. The truth this time, then we’ll negotiate how much a room at my little inn is going to cost you.” Spooner gave me the once over and I was pissed off all over again. What? Wasn’t I as good a catch as the DiNardi princess?
Jack ran one hand over his face and really looked like he was about to tell Spooner the truth. I held my breath and waited.
“Okay, man. The truth. Beth’s pregnant and it’s mine.”
Both Spooner and I turned to look at Jack, I probably in more shock than Spooner. The man who would apparently be our host for the foreseeable future nodded slowly. “Okay. Go on up. Take you’re usual room.” Then Spooner glanced at me and said, “Let me know if you need anything.”
Speechless for probably the first time in my life, I nodded. Then the pretend father of my fake baby dragged me up the stairs, shoved me into a bedroom and slammed the door behind us. I opened my mouth to ask him (1) why the hell he had chosen to make me pregnant in this messed up scenario and (2) why that lie, out of all the possible lies, had actually worked on Spooner. However, I never got the words out because once again my mouth was occupied by Jack’s.
Carjacked, kidnapped, and now forced to kiss an incredibly handsome man who made me turn to Jello. I decided if this was to be my fate, I’d just have to accept it. I was about to really start enjoying the kiss until he broke away from my mouth.
Still pressing me up against the wall with that hard body of his I’d recently come to appreciate, he said so softly I barely heard him, “The rooms are bugged and there are cameras.”
My eyes opened wide when I realized what that meant. If we were going to convince Spooner we were really dating, we’d have to act like a couple, even in private.
“Are you okay, babe? Are you tired? Nauseus? I know the first few months are the worse.” He’d asked me loud enough anyone listening would be able to hear, but not so loud it was suspicious.
I realized I could take the out Jack had just provided. Play sick and no one would think twice about it. Or, I could take advantage of the situation and enjoy myself for the first time in much too long.
“I feel fine, sweetheart. Never better.”
I enjoyed the shocked expression on his face for a moment. Then, I kissed him.
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