Faking love with your brother's gorgeous best mate is never going to end well.
When Titus Oates calls to ask me if I'd do him a favor and accompany him on a visit to a potential investor in the UK, I hyperventilate and have to breathe into a brown paper bag.
Ever since I was sixteen and he kissed me at a birthday party, I've had a huge crush on him, so I'm not going to pass up on the chance to spend some time with him while he's here. The wealthy investor owns a stately home in Devon, and the week promises to be great fun, with a murder-mystery night and even a fancy ball, so I'm excited to agree.
Titus intends for us to go as friends, but the problems start when the investor immediately assumes we're a couple. Flummoxed, I don't correct him, and we end up in that awkward situation where we can't break the charade without embarrassing ourselves. So we decide the easiest option is to pretend to be an item.
Unfortunately, when we end up sharing a room, the sizzling attraction that's always been between us inevitably turns faking love into making love. Titus is going back to New Zealand after his visit. And I work in the UK. We can't possibly have a future together. But a short-term fling seems like a great idea, until it's time to part.
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Contains no cheating, no cliffhangers, just a scorching romance and a heart-melting HEA :-)
Category:Contemporary Women's Fiction, Billionaire Romance, Contemporary Women Fiction