Moaning on my boss’s desk with my legs falling open isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I took this high-paying contract.

 

I felt like I had finally “made it” as an artist.

 

When I’m commissioned by the hottest, most desirable DILF bachelor in town, he challenges my self-control.

 

He’s secretly using me to keep his match-making brother off his back – sharing photos to make it look like we’re dating.

 

And when we accidentally brush up against each other in his office, it’s goodbye professionalism.

 

Now I’m shamelessly begging for more on his fancy desk and I’m not sure where this is heading.

 

I still have to complete these projects and it’s not like this relationship can actually go anywhere.

 

He’s way older.

 

And rich.

 

AND he has an amazing daughter to think of.

 

There’s no way someone like him would be interested in a starving artist like me. Right?

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