Ever proposed marriage on a first date?
To a guy you first met covered in whipped cream?
(I haven’t even mentioned the bit where he won our date at an auction)
There’s no ring in my pocket, but I really hope he says yes.
Not because I’m in love with him—that would be ridiculous.
He needs to impress my father and I need access to my trust fund. That’s all our union will be about.
For three months, I’ve just got to ignore the rock-hard muscles I felt when I ran into him, the look in his eye that tells me he tastes as good as he looks, and the chemistry that sizzles between us whenever we’re together.
Easy. Right?
A feel-good, fake marriage, standalone in the mister series.
