Page 5 of Three Handsome Billionaires and a Pretend Fiancée

McKenna didn’t stop for a moment. She speedily rifled through the rack of clothes and, in her towel, found what she thought were the three perfect dresses before she slipped into a pair of panties. None of the dresses accommodated a bra, so braless it was.

Lindsey frantically followed behind her, trying to fiddle with her hair as McKenna got dressed.

“Would you just sit for a moment?” Lindsey cried. Her cousin was in luck. She had to sit down to put on some makeup, not that it would help her plain facial existence. Actually, it wouldn’t even matter at all given her hair now. She no longer wore a tower-high frenetic beehive hairdo.

Instead, she now sported a frenzied mop kind of look. Lindsey had managed to comb out all the tangles, then quickly finger-dried McKenna’s shoulder-length hair, and now she looked like a fluff ball.

Her hair was too clean; the static was absolutely insane. She looked like Einstein’s daughter. She needed hairspray to tame her flying-away hair, but Lindsey was adamant about her never using any kind of hair spray ever again.

Concentrating really hard, and as quickly as she could, Lindsey managed to pin McKenna’s tresses into a bun, soothing the fluffy strands back with some hair wax, too afraid to use anything else on her hair.

By the time McKenna reached her car, carrying an overnight bag with two more dresses and two more pairs of shoes—because yes, she would have to change in her car if she had any chance of pulling off this three fake fiancées gig, three times in a row.

She gave herself one cursory glance in the rearview mirror of her car and groaned. Whatever sleekness Lindsey had tried to instill in her hair failed. Large tendrils of her hair, fluffy and almost buzzing with electricity, escaped the confinement of the bun and now stood all around her head.

It is what it is.

First up was Kade. His favorite color was red. So naturally, she’d chosen a red dress for him. The gown was made of the finest material money could buy, the fabric so flimsy and whimsical it flowed like water over her curves. The thick straps left most of her shoulder bare and dipped down her back to reveal more skin than she had ever revealed before.

He was playful but dangerous. Two words that described him best. He only ate the red M&M's, so McKenna made it her duty to separate the colors, keeping the rest for herself and all the red ones in a crystal jar in his office.

She was meeting him at an art gallery. For what reason she had no idea.

Her only mantra was not to trip and fall over nothing but air. She’d already made up an excuse to leave after she’d shown her face enough.

She was in fact Dr. Azura, soon to be Dr. Azura Howard if the ring on her finger was anything to go by. Yes, the ring was as fake as her pretending to be Kade’s fiancée. She won it while playing ring toss at an amusement park. She'd won two other rings, too. One for Ledger and one for Hayden.

She just had to make sure no one would be close enough to scrutinize the big ol’ plastic diamond on her finger.

Chapter Five

Kade Howard stood with his legs braced apart, his arms folded, his gaze fixed on the painting before him. The piece of art wasn’t anything spectacular—a landscape of some boring ass field with a purple sky.

He honestly didn’t give two fucks about the painting itself, but he wanted it only so he could beat his prick of a cousin out of getting it. Their grandmother’s will had been clear. The painting would go to Kade if he was married or engaged to be married before he reached the age of thirty-two. It was his birthday in a week’s time.

If he didn’t meet that criteria, it would go to his cousin, Jasper, who was already married with two kids of his own.

When it came to Jasper, Kade played as dirty as he could and felt not one ounce of guilt over his pompous ass of a cousin. Victory was now in his hands. All that needed to happen was for his fiancée to show up at the gallery. That was all. They didn’t even have to kiss or hold hands, much less say anything to each other.

All Kade had to do was introduce the woman to his grandmother’s solicitor as his fiancée and the painting would be his. Jasper could contest the authenticity of Kade’s rather sudden engagement all he wanted; nothing would come out of it.

He glanced at his watch and noted she, whoever their PA had picked as their pretend fiancées, was three minutes late.

But then a woman walked into the gallery.

And fuck, his whole life flashed before his eyes. He knew that body, that walk, those ridiculously high-heeled shoes, which were usually never just shoes but always embellished with something else—bells, baubles, beads, bows—fucking hell. It disappointed him that she chose to wear plain heels tonight.

He knew the curve of her hips, the tiny indent of her waist, her lush, full breasts, and her perfect fucking lips. Those eyes. Golden brown orbs haunted him every night, as he wondered what his cock would feel like wrapped in the silky wetness of her pussy, which was usually followed by a case of blue balls that wrecked him.

And her dark chocolate-colored hair? Kade couldn’t help grinning. He had no idea what was going on with her hair but fuck it didn’t matter. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen in his life.

So what in the fuck was their PA doing dressed in a dress like that, red, his favorite color, the slit so high, that the silky expanse of thigh she showed drove blood straight to his cock, depriving his brain from thinking straight. And why the hell was she strutting toward him with a Venus smile on her gorgeous face that made him twice as painfully hard?

McKenna Riley.

Their PA.

The girl they didn’t want to have anything to do with but couldn’t get away from. Because she worked for them and was damn good at her job too. The girl they swore they would keep their hands off out of respect for their mentor, George Thames since he treated her like a granddaughter—that and George warned them she was off-limits when he instructed them to give her a job as their PA at MPH Industries.

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