He left me something goopy and hot. And it’s not a shoe. I met him at the pet store of all places. Me, the lowly sales associate with dirty hands. Evan Lincoln, member of a powerful real estate family. We couldn’t be more different. He’s rich. I’m poor. He’s powerful. No one cares about me. But Mr. Lincoln needs a fake fiancée. To get control of his family’s empire, he says. So I agree. After all, what is there to lose? But the billionaire wants a toy. Someone to bend over. Whisper. Tease. And now Evan’s going to be a daddy. But what if Prince Charming never knows?