Fake Fiancé Boss Daddy

Loxton Breckwood seemed to have it all.
Looks, charm, prestige. A hoard of women lining up to spend one night in his bed…

The only thing he didn’t have was access to his trust fund.

Requirement number one? A steady relationship.
A notion an infamous playboy like him couldn’t even begin to entertain.

That’s where I came in…
Sadie Thomas. Personal assistant extraordinaire. Model employee. Prime fake fiancée material.

Too bad his pale blue eyes and striking tattoos start getting in the way.
He is temptation personified, and when a work party goes off the rails, I give in and end up in bed with him.

Now, my attraction to him is only one of my problems.
Before I know it, I have two even bigger ones.
A positive pregnancy test in my hand and a secret that would drive away the daddy of my baby…

Women are my favorite distraction. I’ve been in a little bit of a dry spell, since it’s
been two weeks since my last one-night stand, so all this interviewing
beautiful women is getting to me.

I’m
thinking about calling the redhead back when a knock sounds on the doorjamb of
my open office door.

“Mr.
Breckwood?”

“Lox,” I say instantly, looking up from my phone to see an extremely
well put together young woman. Her hair is up in a pristine bun and it tightens
her facial features just slightly. She’s pretty, but in a stern kind of way.
She has large hazel eyes with a hint of green in them that I can see through
the sun rays coming in between my blinds. 

Someone
like her I can actually work with.

“Mr.
Breckwood,” she says stubbornly. “My name is Sadie Thomas. I’m here for the
personal assistant position?”

I
stare at her for a moment longer, sizing her up, before looking down at the
paperwork in front of me. There’s a list of names of women that I’m
interviewing, but Sadie Thomas isn’t one of them.

“I’m
sorry. I don’t seem to have you in my calendar—” I start, and she cuts me off,
shutting the door behind her.

“I
applied via LinkedIn. I thought I’d drop by,” she says, taking a single sheet
of paper out of her bag. She hands it to me and I glance over it. Impressive.

“I
like your style,” I drawl, propping my feet up on my desk.

She wrinkles her nose just slightly, but I consider myself a bit of
an expert on reading women, and I like what I see. 

This girl does not like me. 

That’s just what I need out of an assistant – especially because the
job will entail a bit more than she’ll be expecting. 

“I
think you’ll see that I’m highly qualified for the job. I’ve done my research
on Breckwood Industries, and I would be a great fit for this position.” Her
voice was so matter-of-fact, lower than I expect from a woman but husky, almost
sexy.

Don’t think that way, I told myself. You
need someone you can’t talk into bed.

“You do seem to have plenty of assets,” I say, and make a point not to look at the
cleavage spilling over her blouse. She’s a little busty for someone so thin.
Ugh, there I go again.

Sadie
looks at me, and if looks could kill, those hazel eyes would be the death of
me. She looks like she’s a no-nonsense, serious woman, but I need to test the
waters.

“What
do you say we talk about this over lunch? At my place?” I ask, maintaining eye
contact.

Sadie
just keeps staring at me, her expression blank. “No.”

“No?”
I ask.

“No,
I don’t sleep with my bosses,” she replies.

“I’m
not your boss,” I retort.

“You
will be,” she says confidently, and I tilt my head.

“You
don’t like me at all, do you?”

“I
don’t know enough about you to care one way or another.”

Oh, she’s good. This is actually perfect.

“Is that so?” I ask. 

Sadie
doesn’t avert her eyes. She’s all about eye contact and it’s intense. I kind of
like it.

“You’ve
got the job,” I say, giving her my most charming half-smile. She doesn’t even
blink.

She
sticks out her hand for me to shake and her skin is soft to the touch, like
she’s just lotioned.

“Thank
you, Mr. Breckwood.”

“Lox,”
I tell her again. “And you’re welcome. There’s just one other thing, though.”

“What’s
that?”

“Will you marry me?” 

This
time, she blinks. Twice.