I proposition my hot gazillionaire boss to take my V-card.
In exchange, I will pretend to be his girlfriend for publicity.
I know I am playing with fire. But I don’t care.
I want him with everything I am.
Now I have to worry that I can keep my end of the deal: be his fake girlfriend.
And not actually fall in
love.
But he confuses all of my senses and my brain goes out the window when he’s near.
He teaches me things about my body that I never thought could be true.
And, apparently, my soul as well.
My future and all my dreams rest on not messing this job up.
I can’t let him find out that I’ve breached our contract.
