Hard and Unprotected

I met Evan Lincoln at the pet store of all places.

Me: The lowly sales associate with dirty hands.

Him: Handsome scion of a powerful real estate family.

Me: Poor as a church mouse and eating ramen daily.

Him: Rich beyond my wildest dreams; lives in a mansion on Fifth Avenue, no kidding.

Me: No one listens when I talk. Heck, my manager hardly even recognizes me most of the time!

Him: Powerful. People kowtow when he enters a room and would probably jump off a bridge if he told them to.

But Mr. Lincoln needs a fake fiancée.

To get control of his family's empire, he says. It won't be a big deal. It's just a temporary thing.

So I agree.

After all, what is there to lose? Hot fun, steamy nights, and a Cinderella story for the ages.

But Evan's left something behind.

It's not a shoe.

It's not a ring.

It's something else, creamy and virile.

Steamy and enticing.