Dalton Holding a business meeting at a strip club isn’t my first choice, but I go where the prospective client wants.
It’s going well until that same prospective client grabs a dancer and won’t let him go. I don’t mean to start a fight, but I can’t stand there and do nothing.
I’m just trying to defend the dancer, and instead, I get him fired. I don’t blame Sam for being angry at me, and I’m not the kind of man to leave someone in a mess I created.
So I do the only thing I can think of and offer to pay the little spitfire to act as my boyfriend at the holiday gathering in my hometown. It should be a quick, emotionless business deal.
But the second I touch Sam, I know it won’t be enough. I need to claim him in the way no other man has and prove to him that we’re meant to be together.
Sam I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. What good is going to come of pretending to be some millionaire’s boyfriend?
Well, except for the massive paycheck that’s way bigger than anything I could’ve made working at Vinnie’s.
It’s enough to cover expenses for a few months for both me and my brother, and it’d be ridiculous to turn Dalton down.
But the minute we arrive at his hometown and start acting like boyfriends, I realize I’m in trouble. No guy has ever treated me the way that Dalton has—like I matter.
Every time he touches me, it awakens a part of me I’ve kept buried.
Falling for Dalton is a mistake I can’t afford to make, but how can I walk away when he’s fulfilling every forbidden fantasy I’ve ever had?
