THE CEO'S MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

nt roared with sizzling oil, the crackling sound almos

er order for ta

r arm. The familiar smell of fried batter and garlic-soy glaze clung to her hair and clothes. She set the

e. Then a stream of impatient vibrations,

t, reaching for a

ehind, exasperated, "if you don't answer

Jessica snatched h

save me!" came Sophia

me? Please tell me you didn't lock y

up on a blind date tonight. With some rich jerk. He

canc

a driver. He'll probabl

g where this was going. "No. Absolutel

etend to be me for one night. Make

And what if this guy

have to see him aga

his was ridiculous. Her friend always dragged he

. "Remember that karaoke night when your ex showed up drunk? Who pulled you out the b

yes shut. "Fine! But if I get

o squealed. "Driver's on th

e click

her phone in des

Everything about the room screamed wealth-plush carpet, designer shoes line

e was Jessica

flawless foundation, smoky eyeliner, rosy lips.

d all this makeu

a runway show. "Yes. You're me tonight. W

rrected. "The goal is t

her closet, a shimmering midnight-blue slip that Ha

rvously at the hem. The fabric clung

h," she

around her neck. "Just say something weird, like you coll

born looking like a magazine cover. I... I look

ly on Jessica's shoulders. "

ng clutch her friend shoved at her. "I

thank me

a sleek black car, Jessica had a sink

ramas. Chandeliers spilled golden light across tables draped in white

wed the hostess toward a private booth at the far end. Her clutc

, drink, be unlikab

she s

suit hugging his tall frame. Even before he looked

lifted, her

eous. Sharp jawline, dark eyes that seemed to str

ce was low, controlled, with

and slid into the seat across from

h he could see through her disguise. H

h heir. Spoiled and a

sica snatched her glass and

yebrow rose

g a smirk. "I hate small talk