She’s the perfect fiancée… except for the perfect stranger part. Being single wasn’t a problem until it was… to my new boss. So I picked the hottest girl out of the crowd, as though there was any chance she wasn’t already promised to some other hot shot. Turns out she was what the ladies call a unicorn. Single, willing to play along, and oh so dedicated to her role as my wife-to-be. In dinners with the boss and even more so in the executive suite. It’s the perfect limited time arrangement. Except I can’t seem to get enough. I can’t stop picturing more, and more. So do I let her slip away forever? Or do I tell her I’m ready to stop faking the BS and make us the real deal?