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If I wasn’t so stressed out about getting her to agree, I would have laughed out loud at what her face looked like. She looked as if I had just told her the alphabet backwards.

“Look, I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s the only way my mom will stop setting me up on terrible dates that I have absolutely no interest in going,” I rationalized. “You can think of it as… an extracurricular for the job.”

She thought for a bit, and then a look of relief washed over her face. “Wait. So that woman who was here to see you the other day…” she bit down on her lip. “Was she someone your mom set you up with too?”

“Carla? Yeah, and it didn’t exactly go too well,” I admitted.

Her smile widened. “I hope you don’t mind me telling you this, but according to office gossip, everyone thought she was your girlfriend.”

I scoffed and leaned back in my chair. “Oh, never in a million years. She’s not my type at all. My type is more of someone who is ambitious, hardworking, more like…”

You.

I held back my tongue just in time, before I made a total fool of myself in front of her. Even though she hadn’t totally rejected my idea, I could tell she was still unsure.

“Listen, Kathy,” I took on a more professional tone. “I know this is an unorthodox request. But I think that you can consider it as an example of thinking outside the box.”

The more corporate lingo I threw at her, the more confused she looked. Finally, I knew that I had to go all in.

“I really need you to do this for me, Kathy,” I finally let the professional façade slip and vulnerability seeped into my voice.

Hearing me talk in a pleading way changed something in Kathy’s expression. Her eyes softened and she nodded.

“Alright, boss,” she said reassuringly. “I’ll do it. I never thought I’d be saying these words out loud to anyone, but if it means so much to you, then I’ll be your pretend girlfriend for the weekend.”

I nearly jumped up from my chair and hugged her. But instead, I decided to keep my excitement to myself and brought back the professional voice.

“Thank you,” I said to her. “I’ll send over a car to pick you up tomorrow.”

Chapter 10

Kathy

“Hi, my name’s Kathy. I’m Dylan’s girlfriend,” I rehearsed for the umpteenth time that morning in the mirror.

At this point, my fake smile was so well-done that I was sure I could bag an Oscar for this performance. I hadn’t gotten the time to sit and think about how I got into this ridiculous, unexplainable situation of what I was about to do for my boss. But Dylan had texted to tell me that a car would be outside my apartment in ten minutes. Pushing all thoughts out of my head, I went over to close my suitcase.

“It’s only two days,” I told myself as I put some last-minute items from my closet into my luggage.

“And it’s only a pretend show,” I reminded myself. That was the most important thing.

But still, my hands went over to my lingerie drawer, and I found myself carefully selecting and packing my sexiest bra and panty sets.

Yeah.I know.It was just a show. Yet I knew it was better than wearing granny panties to bed. After all, just because we are pretending didn’t mean that I couldn’t have some fun messing with Dylan. I felt a sudden rush of color on my cheeks reliving his unforgettable hotness in me.

I shook my head and quickly zipped up my suitcase when, as promised, I noticed the black SUV parked outside.Right on time…I took a deep breath then entered the car. Dylan was already inside, waiting for me.

“Hey, boss,” I greeted him with a smile.

He raised his eyebrow at me. “From this point on, I’m no longer your boss. My mom’s a clever woman and if she feels like we are being awkward around each other, she will figure it out instantly.”

“Got it,” I replied. “So, you’re my boyfriend from this point on?”

The corners of his mouth curved upward into a small smile. “Pretend boyfriend, yes.”

I turned to look out the window, trying to change the topic. “Are we flying out there? I wonder how you were able to get tickets so last-minute.”

Dylan looked at me with an amused expression as though I had just said something quite silly. “I don’t really ‘buy’ tickets,” he replied, studying my face.

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