I met Evan Lincoln at the pet store of all places.
Me: The lowly sales associate with dirty hands.
Him: Handsome scion of a powerful real estate family.
Me: Poor as a church mouse and eating ramen daily.
Him: Rich beyond my wildest dreams; lives in a mansion on Fifth Avenue, no kidding.
Me: No one listens when I talk. Heck, my manager hardly even recognizes me most of the time!
Him: Powerful. People kowtow when he enters a room and would probably jump off a bridge if he told them to.
But Mr. Lincoln needs a fake fiancée.
To get control of his family’s empire, he says. It won’t be a big deal. It’s just a temporary thing.
So I agree.
After all, what is there to lose? Hot fun, steamy nights, and a Cinderella story for the ages.
But Evan’s left something behind.
It’s not a shoe.
It’s not a ring.
It’s something else, creamy and virile.
Steamy and enticing.
Deep inside my most private part.
And now Evan’s going to be a daddy.
But what if Prince Charming never knows?