What to do when the male escort you hired to take your virginity turns out to be a jaded billionaire playing games with your bodyand your heart?
As a card-carrying Good Girl, Im the last person anyone would expect to end up in a Reverse Pretty Woman situation
Im the sweet, shy one, not the type to hire an escort to show her the ropes in the bedroom. Im also not the type to lie to my family, sneak away to New York City for a week of no-holds-barred pleasure, or enjoy being told what a good girl I am when I get down on my knees for a gorgeous, commanding older man.
All I know for certain is that every night with Anthony, the man I hired to be my first everything, is better than the last. He isnt just a sex god who brings my every fantasy wildly to life, hes smart, romantic, protective, and seemingly as affected by the chemistry between us as I am.
In just a few days, Im falling hard for my fake boyfriend.
Even crazier? Anthony says he wants more, too.
More of my time, more of my bodyand hes willing to quit the escort business to give the connection growing between us a real shot.
Soon, were making plans for a future beyond our steamy week between the sheets.
But what happens when I realize the man Ive been falling for isnt a sex worker, at all, but a jaded billionaire whos been lying to me from the start?
Can our love survive learning our time together truly has been one giant game of pretend?
