The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. My hands will be the only hands on her curves. I’ll claim her and make her mine but only after
she begs me for it like a good girl. My dad’s best friend walks into my interview like he owned the place. Turns out he did, and I’d be working for him. He’s at least twenty years older than me and smoldering hot as hell. The way his eyes run over my body, devouring every inch of me, I doubt he recognizes me. A perk of the job, I have to pretend to be his fiancée. I think I’m going to enjoy every minute of faking it for him. Will he still want to pretend when he finds out who my dad is?