Tease - Melanie Harlow

\nI didn't mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire-it just slipped out.\n \n \n\n \nIn my defense, I'd had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion.\n \n \n\n \nLucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire. Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor-show up and play my fake fiancé for the night.\n \n \n\n \nExcept that word of our engagement spreads like wildfire. Our families are ecstatic. We're front page news. My little food blog is launched into the stratosphere.\n \n \n\n \nOf course, I offer to set the record straight right away, but Hutton wants to give it a little time-the phony engagement will keep his matrimony-mad mother and every matchmaking granny in town off his back.\n \n \n\n \nHe even suggests I move in with him to make the ruse more real.\n \n \n\n \nAnd we don't stop there.\n \n \n\n \nWe practice kissing. Undressing each other. Saying things-and doing things-we'd never dare if we weren't pretending. Because it's all for show, right? We're just role-playing. Hutton doesn't want a real relationship, and I don't want to get hurt. But the more time we spend faking it, the more I start to wonder.\n \n \n\n \nCould Hutton French and I actually be right for each other, or is it all just one big tease?\n