The Lie

ANDREWbr

pSeven years ago, I took off my tux, slapped on a pair of secondhand jeans and walked away from my billion dollar inheritance./p

pI guess I didn't walk far enough.../p

pBecause yesterday my inheritance came back to me, and in order to claim it, I need find a fake fiancée to satisfy my family's billion dollar demands./p

pThat's where my tyrannical, uptight boss Nancy comes ina royal pain in the seat of the secondhand jeans I've worn since the day I became her bartender./p

Truth is: I've been lying for seven years.br

I figure I can lie for one more weekend.br

pBut what I can't lie about is how I've started to see the usually buttoned-up Nancy in a whole new light.

How I've started to notice how sexy she is out of those overly prim pencil...