I was expecting something with a bit more sizzle. Instead she’s proposing an insane arrangement that spells nothing, but trouble. We play fake fiancés for the next thirty days to win over one of the city’s biggest clients and their even bigger bank account.
Here’s the problem. After all our work only one of us can come out on top. The other gets screwed—hard.
But it’s our only chance, so we sealed the deal with a huge, sparkling diamond.
We’ll play the perfect couple, but behind closed doors things heat up. And not in a rip our clothes off kind of way.
She’s infuriatingly stubborn and she thinks I’m a cocky, jerk, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t caught her checking out my ass. Not that I blame her. Okay, maybe I am a tiny bit cocky.
As our long days stretch into even longer nights, she’s getting under my skin and making it harder to keep my eyes off her.
With every glance, every touch, every kiss, it’s getting harder to remember we’re only playing pretend, which means one thing.
She won’t be faking it for long...
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