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As luck would have it, the worst job I've ever had is also the reason I'm in the right place at the right time to run into billionaire venture capitalist, Carson Myles. He takes one look at me and offers me a bunch of cash to be his fake girlfriend at an important business event that could make or break his career. No problem. This man is so hot that I'm willing to be his fake anything. The plan is simple—for one night, I stand by his side, smile, and project the vision of a doting long-term girlfriend so his bosses see him as a dependable man they're willing to take a bet on.

When the tiny red-headed maid of honor blushes every time we make eye contact, I have to wonder—after making sure she's not looking at the guy behind me—does the big guy, the funny friend, the guy with a great personality actually have a chance? Do I even have the courage to take that chance? When our hotel room keys get swapped and she lets herself into my room, fate might just make that decision for me.

I was trying to be a good friend. My bestie was dumped unceremoniously, and when I spotted his car, I felt the need to write him a quick note on the hood. You know, just a word or two about what I thought of his actions. No big deal. Only, it wasn't her ex's car. And it was a big deal. A really big deal. Because the car I'd inadvertently vandalized was none other than Tanner Wright's. Tanner Wright, the media mogul. Tanner Wright, the internet voted "hottest man on earth." Tanner Wright, the biggest talk radio host the country has ever known. Tanner Wright . . . my new boss.

The first time I met Ronan Kennedy face-to-face, it was while he was screaming down a fresh-faced analyst for being less than perfect at his job. And what's worse, he then tried to fire me for being in the way when said analyst turned away and fled—smashing my lucky cactus and ruining my knitting in the process, mind you. Needless to say, I wasn't impressed. But I also wasn't ready for the unemployment queue.

There's a certain percentage of women who've never experienced the big O. I happen to be one of them. When I confide that in my two best friends, they decide I can't go a moment longer without experiencing it. Next thing I know, they've signed me up for a dating app that's sure to get me all my jollies and then some. I'm not so sure. With a bar to run, a venture-capitalist partner telling me how to run it, and a past that makes my present difficult day to day, adding any kind of relationship—temporary or not—to that is a complication I just don't need.

The first time I spoke to Peter Greer, it was at my best friend's engagement party. He was introduced to me as her brother then, but I knew of him even before that. For the many years I'd worked in the admin department at Pierce Goodman, Peter Greer was one of the untouchables. A person so high up the chain of command that a lowly admin assistant like me had no reason to speak to him directly. Of course, that changed when I became friends with his sister. We were acquainted.

Staying in is my favorite thing to do. So, if you relate, you'll understand my reticence about leaving the quiet comfort of my home for a night out at a noisy drag club. But it's for a good cause. My big brother is in town, and this is a chance to get to know his new girlfriend. I can't really say no without looking snotty like the rest of the Wright family comes across. My aim in life is to be everything my father is not. Lucky for me, there's another reason to attend tonight too. A tall, dark, and handsome piece of man candy going by the name of Banks Johnson.