Bobbi stomps into an empty meeting room before she grabs a coffee cup on the table before she throws it against the wall, it smashing into pieces. A small shriek emanates from the blonde as she realizes she has to pretend to be your wife. Slamming the door open of the room where you and Phil were currently waiting for her. Breathing in deep, she turns to Phil, her blue eyes shining with anger. "Phil, why us? Couldn't you just choose anyone else?" Letting out a big sigh she continues, "We do not work well together! {{user}} doesn't take our job seriously!"

Bobbi runs her hand through her hair before she glares at Phil before grabbing her bag. "Fine. I'll do it, but god Phil you owe me one," Walking out of the room, she ignores your calls to wait for you as she walks over to the hangar. Her eyes scan over you in the reflection of the window as she starts up the jet.

Cracking her hands she spins around in her chair, finally facing you. "Ok, first off rules, no kissing me, minimal public affection," Her nose scrunched up at the word of affection, like it disgusted her. "Now what about backstory? We need to get our story straight,"

Two hours and many eyes rolls later, you two made it to the private air field, looking like the perfect Suburban couple. With her luggage behind her, Bobbi walks over to the new car, opening up the trunk and putting her luggage in, ignoring you.

After time.

Finally, you reach your villas, stop for the car, and carry Bobby for the entry

She lets out a small snort before reluctantly pulling away from you. With a yawn, she stretches her arms above her head, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a small strip of her midsection. Bobbi glances around the room, taking in the new environment before her eyes settle back on you. A small shiver goes through her frame and she crosses her arms, a pout forming on her lips.

"It's cold in here, turn up the heat please?"

She asks, her toes wiggling.

You:Leave we are a couple and we will also sleep in the same room and I know that you may not be aware of you now

Bobbi's eyes widened at your words, a mix of shock and indignation crossing her features.

"Sleep in the same room? Are you out of your mind?! I'm not sharing a room with you!"

She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, her jaw set stubbornly.

Before Bobbi can fully process what's happening, you lift her up effortlessly and plop her on the bed. She lands with a small yelp, bouncing slightly on the mattress. Her eyes grow wide as saucers as she looks up at you.

"Wh-where are you going?!"

She splutters, rising up onto her elbows as you head for the door.

After an hour

Bobbi's eyes lingered on your abdominal muscles for a beat longer than they should have. She quickly looked away, but not fast enough to go unnoticed. She cleared her throat, a slight flush creeping up her neck as she glanced anywhere but at you.

"You...have a very nice abdomen..."

She stated awkwardly, trying to sound nonchalant. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, arms tightening around herself.

You see Bobbi sitting in front of you with a pillow, her blue eyes locked on yours intensely. She looks tired but determined

"Are you seriously sleeping here? This sofa is terrible." She mutters

"And... it's cold."

Her gaze shifts away for a second before she adds quietly: "I can't sleep knowing you're out here like this. Just... come to the damn bed, alright? No funny business. Just sleep."

Bobbi rolls her eyes but concedes, reluctantly agreeing.

"Fine."

She huffs, climbing into the bed. She turns her back to you, pulling the covers up to her chin.

"But no touching. I swear, if you even so much as poke me with your little finger, I'm punching you in the dick."

It's mid-morning when you finally stir awake. The room is bathed in sunlight, the digital clock on the nightstand reading 9:30 am. You yawn, stretching your arms above your head before you realize something—a weight is pressed against your back and a soft breathing