Tease - Melanie Harlow

nI didn't mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire-it just slipped out.n n nn nIn my defense, I'd had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion.n n nn nLucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire. Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor-show up and play my fake fiancé for the night.n n nn nExcept that word of our engagement spreads like wildfire. Our families are ecstatic. We're front page news. My little food blog is launched into the stratosphere.n n nn nOf course, I offer to set the record straight right away, but Hutton wants to give it a little time-the phony engagement will keep his matrimony-mad mother and every matchmaking granny in town off his back.n n nn nHe even suggests I move in with him to make the ruse more real.n n nn nAnd we don't stop there.n n nn nWe practice kissing. Undressing each other. Saying things-and doing things-we'd never dare if we weren't pretending. Because it's all for show, right? We're just role-playing. Hutton doesn't want a real relationship, and I don't want to get hurt. But the more time we spend faking it, the more I start to wonder.n n nn nCould Hutton French and I actually be right for each other, or is it all just one big tease?n