Manhattan Nights
I walked away from my billion-dollar inheritance. But I guess I didnāt walk far enoughā¦ because yesterday my inheritance came back to me. In order to claim it, I need to find a fake fiancĆ©e to satisfy my familyās demands. Thatās where my tyrannical, uptight boss Nancy comes ināa royal pain in the seat of the secondhand jeans Iāve worn since the day I became her bartender. The truth is Iāve been lying for seven years. I figure I can lie for one more weekend. But what I canāt lie about is how Iāve started to see the usually buttoned-up Nancy in a whole new lightāhow Iāve started to notice how sexy she is out of those overly prim pencil skirts and how much I want to rub my fingers over her strawberry-red mouth. But I canāt... because sheās my boss, because itās only a weekend, and because our pretend relationshipāone of many amongst my familyās most dangerous secretsāis only a lieā¦ Isnāt it?