Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“A short red dress with a very low V-cut and sparkling silver stilettos?” Dominic’s description of my outfit catches me off guard. “Yes, I think I see someone who is currently wearing those things…”
I shake my head, certain that I’m hearing things.
“To verify, simply ask the woman in question if her name is Georgia Bee Grey?” He smiles as he looks into my eyes. “I’ll do that. Thank you very much.”
He returns the phone to his pocket and leans closer. “What’s that you were saying about hot and sweaty sex with my cock in your mouth?”
OH. MY. FUCKING—
“Dominic Reiss?” A guy in jeans interrupts what better be a nightmare. “Wow! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”
“Feels that way.” He shakes the guy’s hand.
“What brings you to my hometown during the holidays?”
“I’m spending the holidays with my fiancée.” He slips an arm around my waist, and then he gently pats my ass. “Tate Hamilton, this is Georgia. Georgia, this is my former college roommate.”
“Wow.” Tate extends his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any big wedding plans yet?”
“We’re getting married in Paris.” I stick to my script, even though I still can’t believe this is happening. “At least that’s what he promised when he proposed.”
“I hope to receive an invitation.” He winks at me and gives Dominic a side hug. “Congratulations on getting the best of everything in life, Dominic.”
“Thank you.”
I wait until he disappears before pulling away from Dominic’s grip.
“What the hell?” I say. “Why would you ever need to be on The Office Guest app? Are you secretly going broke?”
“I told you I was doing a favor for Paul. This is it.”
“Is he secretly going broke then?”
“Probably.”
“Okay, look,” I say. “We need to set some ground rules before we do anything else, and you need to make sure that you’ve memorized everything I typed in the app regarding our backstory and how we fell for each other.”
“Why would you ever need to hire a fake fiancé, Georgia?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Tell me one.”
“That’s none of your concern.” I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. “You need to tell everyone that your name is Dante while you’re here with me.”
“That’s not happening.”
“That’s what I’ve paid for.” I narrow my eyes. “My family already thinks that’s your name.”
“We’ll have to tell them the truth about that then.”
“That’s…” I sigh. “That’s not going to work.”
“You don’t think anyone in your family has ever seen or heard of me before? That they won’t wonder why ‘Dominic Reiss’ is suddenly calling himself ‘Dante?”
Yes. “No.”
“They will, and you should get ahead of it.”
“How do you suggest I do that?”
“Just tell them we’ve been using that as a code name for me because I was your boss and you didn’t want them to look me up,” he says. “You wanted their first impression to be genuine because you’ve always hated meeting new people with preconceived notions.”
As much as I want to downplay his suggestion, it’s strong enough to work.
“Okay.” I agree. “You can be Dominic.”
“Another thing, that engagement story that you want me to memorize has so many holes in it, that you should refrain from ever telling it, let alone typing it again.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with it. I think it’s romantic and sexy.”
“There’s nothing sexy about me crying ugly tears because I couldn’t propose to you last Christmas.”
“A man who is in touch with his feelings is hot as hell,” I say. “Just do what I say and we’ll be fine. Any other questions or concerns?”
“Yes. What do I get out of this?”
“Excuse me?” I cross my arms.
“You heard me.” A slight smirk crosses his lips. “What exactly do I get out of helping you with this big ass charade?”
“The same thing you’d be getting if you were the original guy I hired,” I say. “After taxes, you’ll receive seven thousand, eight hundred sixty eight dollars and eighty-three cents. Well, minus eighteen additional dollars if you haven’t set up direct deposit.”
“I’m willing to waive that fee in exchange for something else.”
“I’d rather pay so I don’t feel like I owe you anything.” I notice him eyeing my dress again. “Sex is not an option.”
“I’ll throw that in for free, whenever you want,” he says, leaning closer. “That’s not what I’m proposing, though. I want four dates with you while I’m here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I would like to date you, Georgia,” he says. “There are plenty of cafes and places here to try at the resort, correct?”
“Yes, but…” I nod. “What’s the ulterior motive?”
“There isn’t one.” He extends his hand. “Four dates, no fee via The Office Guest, and I’ll pretend to be an amazing fiancé.”
“Perfect. Can you also promise not to utter any sexual innuendos?”
“I can try.”
“Try hard,” I say. “For what it’s worth, I need you to be an imperfect fiancé toward the end of your stay.”