Page 18 of Fake Maid

Cold dread slides down my spine.

I snatch the phone up before Coral can see the screen, my sister gaping at my crazy behavior. But then my phone starts to buzz too, and she sprints for it faster than I’ve ever seen her move.

Crap.

Okay.

Okay.

Apparently we’ve both had… unusual days. And when it all comes out, with Coral knocking on my bedroom door, her face pale and my phone clutched in her hand, I choke back a manic laugh.

We’ve both fallen for each other’s boss. Gotten mixed up with men who don’t even know our real names. Maybe it’s selfish, but a tiny part of me is glad that we’re going through this together. That we’ve both made mistakes.

We agree: I’ll go and meet Archer Westbrook in Coral’s place and break their fling off. And Coral will call Eli and turn him down for me.

Neither of us can face it otherwise. And we can’t tell these men about our lie. Not when they’ve already burrowed into our hearts.

It’s a relief to have a plan, but I’m not proud as I grab my jacket and head out the door.

Poor Eli. He deserves so much more.

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