Never expected to see her again—the woman I ditched at the motel after our one-night stand.
Picture my surprise when she strolls into the office as my new assistant.
But wait, there’s more.
I come home to find her with suitcases, nowhere to stay.
I could decline to have her move in, yet I see a chance.
My nosy aunt’s visiting, expecting to meet my non-existent spouse.
My assistant’s onboard with the madness of playing my newlywed wife.
So, here are the ground rules for our little charade:
- Our fake marriage is top-secret intel at the workplace. No slips of the tongue (hee-hee) or accidental leaks. We’re in this purely for show.
- This is strictly a “no-love zone.” I don’t care if Cupid himself tries to shoot me with his arrow.
- We gotta sell it like we’re head over heels in love. That means sharing a bed and putting on a stellar performance.
Little do I know what I’m signing up for.
Not only do I find myself trying to stop a fire she started (lesson learned: keep shorts handy at all times), but I’m also testing her “World’s Best Kisser” claim (let’s just say the results are…unexpected) and discovering a newfound appreciation for cramped spaces—and running washing machines.
But then, suddenly, she’s gone.
Now I find myself stuck in a mental loop of “what-if?” scenarios.
Did I just let the world’s most remarkable woman slip through my fingers?