FAKE FIANCÉE FOR MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
ing late
f Vinz Hotels' flagship location, my heels click-clacking ag
her thing to str
ke from the front desk. "Cu
mile. "Save me a muffin
et one aside for you
over my shoulder, already r
zzed, and there are shadows under my green eyes that even my trusty concealer couldn't quite hide. But my
my personal life might be, I refuse to let it affect my work. As Head of Events for one
s working for the most infuriat
onference room, my mind already racing through today's to-do list. There's the
Goo
r. That voice. Deep, smooth, and cold as ice.
. "Good mornin
eccably tailored, emphasizing broad shoulders and a trim waist. A blood-red tie provides the only splash of colo
ose eyes. Or those h
ing the unwelcome thoughts. "I w
t too long? "Try not to make a habit of arriving at the last minu
arrassment and annoyance. "Of course
cent of his cologne-sandalwood and something spicy-teasing my sens
y hot, incredibly arrogant boss who you happened to have mind-blowi
s, I follow Vincent
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ten rounds with a prize fighter. These quarterly review meet
etching endlessly before me. Someday, I promise myself, I'm going to take
screen lighting up
s appointment go
drama that I'd almost forgotten about my sister's doctor visit th
ck in a meeting.
e wants to put it off, to live in blissful ignorance for a few m
ring. "Hey, sis! I was w
, twirling a strand of hair a
to make my stomach clench. "Well,
aby sister still hasn't outgrown her morbid sense of humor. Us
me promise, but..." Another pause. "They want to try a more aggressi
the air between us, loaded wit
ask, already dre
y. "I'll figure something out. Maybe I can
to focus on getting better, not working you
dy done so much. The house, the medical
asking, I'm offering. That's wha
of money or mortality. By the time we hang up, I feel hollowed
ine outside my window. The numbers dance in my head, a g
nting medical bills, my savings account is looking decidedly anemic these days. I'm already working e
me out of my spiral. "Come in,
ueberry muffin like a peace offering. "T
k smile. "You
in the chair across from my
five years ago. He's seen me through breakups, family drama, and more than one Vinc
ing the muffin gratefully. "Just typi
t he doesn't push. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be drowning my s
I've got a mountain of
s he passes. "Don't work too hard, Penny. The ho
ment to slump forward, forehead resting on my desk. Get
There has to be a solution here. Maybe I can pick up so
Hotels' biggest charity event of the year. I've been planning it for months, calling in every
s, eager to flaunt their wealth for a good cause. If I could somehow wi
's too risky. If Vincent found out, I'd be fir
imes call for desper
aybe I can discreetly ask around, see if anyone needs a plus-one for the night. I
miss the ping of an incoming email. My hear
t fresh he
f, I click op
Good
e immediately. We have an
Fl
years I've worked directly under Vincent, I can count on one hand the number of t
irt and checking my reflection on my phon
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Years
ballroom has been transformed into a winter wonderland. I weave through
agne,
holding out a flute of bubbly, a rare smile playing at the
ut seeing him like this-bow tie slightly askew, a faint
," I demur. "Still on
brow. "I won't t
m to smolder in the low lighting. Or maybe I'm just tired of being the respons
, clinking his flute against mine. "Y
rare praise. "Thank you, Mr. F
honey, sending a shiver down my spine. "I thin
d suddenly I'm seeing a whole new side of my usually stoic boss. He's funny and charming, even reg
bridezilla client, and the next, his lips are on mine, hot and insistent. I know I should pus
essed moans. When I wake up the next morning in Vincent's bed, hea
eak of that
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eart hammering against my ribs. It's probably nothing, I te
ver's waiting for me behind that do
reath, I raise