Being trapped in a broken elevator with a complete hottie is every girl’s fantasy. If it wasn’t my first day on the job, maybe it would have been mine, too. The expensive suit. The smell of Gucci. I should have known he was the boss. Yet, there I was, running my mouth about what a jackass the owner must be. He listened with what could only be described as HUNGER. When I was summoned to his office later, I was mortified to learn who he was. But nothing prepared me for what he asked next. “Chelsea, I have a proposition. I need a fake fiancé, and you’re the only one I want.” It was supposed to be fake. No strings. No feelings. And definitely no baby.