Summary of Chapter 11 from The Pretend Boyfriend
Chapter 11 marks a crucial moment in Artemis Hunt’s Internet novel, The Pretend Boyfriend. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
The four of them go up to the reception desk. The receptionist is a young, attractive bottle blonde who immediately makes a beeline for Brian. Sam grimaces.
"And you are?" The receptionist flashes Brian her most winning smile.
He smiles winningly back.
Sam replies, "Samantha Fox and Brian Morton. Caleb Carr and Cassandra Harris. We should have reservations made for all four of us."
The receptionist checks the screen on her desk. "Well yes, we do. A double room for Samantha Fox and Brian Morton. And two single rooms each for Caleb Carr and Cassandra Harris."
It was at the back of Sam's mind throughout the entire journey, but it hasn't struck her fully until now. Of course. She would have to share a room ... and a bed ... with Brian. Lori assumes they are a regular couple and she would have arranged nothing less.
Sharing a bed with Brian Morton.
Ugh!
Brian senses her misgivings. He leans over to the receptionist. "And would that be a double bed in the double room?" he asks in a silky voice.
The receptionist appears charmed. Typical, Sam fumes.
"Of course. Your rooms are equipped with a king-sized bed, Wi-fi, refrigerator and a shower stall as well as a long bath."
"Interesting." Brian flickers a sidelong glance at Sam. "Because you know, she's the sister of the bride-to-be, and I'm her new boyfriend. Being newly devoted to each other in a most loving and committed relationship, we expect to be making love to each other ... all night. I hope your rooms are soundproofed."
Heat climbs into Sam's cheeks. Even the receptionist flushes slightly.
"Of course, Mr. Morton. You are free to, uh, be as uninhibited as you wish."
Sam feels like crawling into her suitcase and locking herself up in there.
Cassie grins and nudges her.
"No worries," she whispers, "slavery has its perks, remember?"
Sam doesn't feel remotely like a mistress to her purported slave when they take the elevator up to their room. Her double room is on the third floor, east wing, while Cassie's and Caleb's are on the second.
She's now alone with Brian Morton. Her betraying cheeks are still flushed.
Brian inserts the key into the lock. It's one of those old-fashioned brass keys which she would find quaint if the situation were any different.
He throws the jacket onto the bed and starts unbuttoning his black shirt, which is so well-cut as to emphasize his torso. She can't help staring. He has a very nice body. Scratch that. He has an amazing body, with a smooth sculptured chest, broad shoulders and flat abs. She can see and count every muscle. Even the snaking veins on his arms.
It doesn't occur to her that he will stop there until he unzips his jeans.
"What are you doing?" she says, taken aback.
"What does it look like? I'm taking a shower." He doesn't wear anything under his jeans. A tuft of black pubic hair springs out. He is brimming with raw sexuality - a well-toned predator on the Serengeti, sleekly muscled and boiling with energy.
Oh my God.
Her face inflamed, she turns to face the window. His cock. She doesn't want to see his cock.
Who is she kidding? It will be magnificent.
He's doing this to infuriate her. She can see (or try not to see) right through him. He doesn't think he will tantalize her in any sexual manner, but he senses that deep down she's a prude, and he's making sure he pushes all her alarm buttons in every way possible.
"You can damned well take your clothes off in the bathroom," she hisses.
"But we are lovers," he says in a singsong voice. He places a caustic emphasis on the word. "Lovers are supposed to see each other naked all the time. I have nothing to hide."
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