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  Meanwhile, I left the dog to drool all over my place in peace. Changing into sweats and a T-shirt, my big form headed to the kitchen to scrounge up some food. Oh good. My housekeeper, Mrs. Jones, made some tasty stuff, leaving it labeled and packaged in the fridge. I heaved my massive build down to sit at the kitchen table with some chicken cacciatore, barely paying attention to the food as my mind drifted back to that girl.

  Maggie.

  Yeah, her name tag said that much, but who was she really? The brunette calmed down my dog and rushed to save a kid like she didn’t even care about herself. So caring. So innocent. What a do-gooder.

  One thing was for sure though. The female was hot. Stunningly beautiful. Because I’d had a hard day at work, only to come home to Bowzer being his usual annoying self. But after hearing the girl’s sweet voice, all I wanted to do was put my head in her lap like an obedient pet.

  Hell, my dad could use calming down like that. Henry is a pit bull type of human. Worse than Bowzer, always barking at people and threatening them with one thing or another. Except in his case, his bark was just as bad as his bite.

  Because my dad founded Lincoln Conglomerate way back when. We’ve done amazing in the last couple years, our valuation at over a billion now. But still, Henry runs this place like it’s a one man shop. He’s bossy, surly, and annoyingly controlling. Even with me as President, Henry still has to look over my shoulder every second, making sure things get done the way he likes it.

  Seriously Dad, let go. You’re seventy-five now. It’s time.

  But my father is a crafty old kook. Because he’s made it clear that I’m not getting control of the outfit until I get married. Until there’s a woman on my arm, spitting out babies.

  What the hell? What does marriage have to do with business? But Henry is just like that. Old-fashioned and stubborn to boot.

  “Marrying your mother is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he declared, gripping his pen tight. “I wouldn’t have been able to build this business without Evelyn at my side.”

  I nodded. I get it. My mom held down the fort at home, raising me and Janine as Henry slaved away at work. But still. That didn’t mean that I needed a wife. In fact, the opposite. Not having a wife and family meant that I could focus more of my energies on Lincoln, giving it my undivided attention.

  But Henry stood steadfast.

  “Naw son. I was a wild man before I met your mother. Evelyn helped me settle down and get my business in order. If you do the same, then I’ll hand over the steering wheel. But not until that marriage certificate is signed,” he grunted.

  I shook my head. There aren’t many things that can make me feel helpless, but dealing with Henry is one of them. What do you say to a stodgy old curmudgeon who’s been running the show for thirty years? It doesn’t matter that I’ve been President for the last ten, and that the company’s tripled in value under my watch. None of that made a difference unfortunately.

  So I nodded. But the wheels in my brain turned. My fingers drummed the tabletop, food forgotten.

  Because I’ve been arguing with Henry about this control thing for months now. And he’s stuck in the mud. Nothing’s gonna change the man’s mind. But if he’s really serious about this marriage thing ….

  The girl’s face flashed in front of me again. Yeah. Maggie, the pit bull charmer. She was my ticket to control of our conglomerate. Sweet and charming as hell, with a fresh face and a way about her that no man or dog could resist. My father was a combination of both so, yeah, the female was just the ticket.

  In a cute designer dress and a sweet smile, my parents would both fall for her. She could be Jackie O, the Queen of Camelot. And it’d be easy. And after my father handed over the company to me, we’d break up.

  Henry never said we had to stay married.

  Simple.

  Damn, I’m good.

  Leaning back in my chair, a grin washed over my face. Things were looking up for the first time in a long time … and shit, but playing with this girl was gonna be fun.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Maggie

  The animals were such angels today, even the ones with problems. If only every day was this good. I hummed to myself and carried on making notes on a chart for a black lab that got adopted a couple hours ago. Such a happy ending for the sweet thing. It was nice when people didn’t just come to the pet store for a puppy or a pure-bred. Older animals and mixed breeds need love too.

  “Hey, Maggie!”

  Heaving a sigh, I looked up when Leah called my name. She’s been a real bitch since that cute guy with the pit bull left yesterday. It was insane, to be honest. Again, Leah’s got two kids and a doting husband. So why was she being so mean?

  “What’s going on?” I called. “What is it?” She probably wanted me to lift and stack heavy bags of dog food again.

  “Come out here, there’s somebody to see you.”

  See me? Who? Must be a pain in the butt customer she didn’t want to deal with herself.

  “I’ll be there in a second,” was my answering reply. The notation on the black lab’s chart was only halfway done, and I wanted to finish it. The customer could wait.

  But Leah’s greying head popped around the door then.

  “Come now!” she hissed. “Get your butt out here. You want to come now!”

  God. How annoying.

  “Fine,” I sighed. It was probably a fake emergency. But I dropped the pen on the chart, carefully taping a stickie to flag my place. Hopefully I could get rid of this person sooner rather than later and pick up right where I’d left off.

  After all, it was late. Already eight thirty, and we closed at nine. As usual, I smelled like wood chips, sweat, and doggy shampoo at the end of a long shift. Not exactly Elizabeth Taylor’s White Velvet or Black Velvet, whichever it was.

  Sighing, I pushed my hair back from my face and went out to deal with this new disturbance.

  Leah grabbed me as soon as I walked out the door.

  “Stand up straight,” she hissed before wiping something off my cheek and steering me past the shelving to the main part of the store.

  “What the—?”

  Why was my coworker being so pushy, fussing over me like a clucky hen?

  I stumbled and almost fell, but caught myself just in time on a display of kitty condos.

  But then my mouth dropped open.

  Because it was the guy from yesterday.

  The one with the pit bull who needed training.

  “Um, hi!” I said, flabbergasted.

  What did he want? He couldn’t possibly have run out of food, he’d just bought two hundred dollars worth yesterday.

  “What can I help you with, sir?” came my stammering question.

  The alpha flashed a grin, making my knees go weak.

  “No need to be formal. I’m Evan. Evan Lincoln.” The man’s voice was low and confident, just sexy and deep enough to slither between my legs and make me melt. And he said his name like it was supposed to mean something to me.

  What was going on?

  The name Evan didn’t ring any bells.

  Should it?

  Did I miss something?

  “Great,” I parroted. “Is there something I can help you with?”

  Mr. Lincoln looked around, blue eyes scanning the store.

  “Can we talk someplace more private?” he asked.

  At eight thirty on a Friday night, the shop was nearly empty. One customer was taking forever deciding whether to buy one gerbil or two while Leah lurked nearby in an obvious way, eyes watching my every move instead of paying attention to the cash register.

  I nodded at her, willing the woman to disappear but she only stared back at me, nosy as ever.

  Dammit.

  “Sure,” came my hesitant reply. “But we only have a small back office. It’s not really a conference room or anything like that. It’s more of a storage closet, where we keep papers and files.”

  “That works,” he nodded, voice s
mooth. “Just lead the way.”

  What?

  This was so weird.

  What was so important that we needed a private space to chat?

  But the customer is always right, especially one who comes into your store and spends mad moolah. Especially one who looks like a dark angel descended from heaven in his perfectly cut black suit, charcoal hair swept off his forehead.

  So I walked down the aisle, the big man trailing me. And just like last time, his eyes were glued to my ass. I could feel it, that blue gaze devouring me as my bottom jumped and danced on its own.

  What in the world?

  I’m a sales associate at a pet store.

  Mr. Lincoln’s clearly a powerful businessman.

  So what did the alpha want with me?

  But in two minutes, we entered the back office with all the shelves stocked full with everything from doggie beds to invoice forms. Piles of random stuff balanced precariously, threatening to tip over and spill onto the floor. Gingerly, we tucked ourselves in, the man shutting the door behind his broad back.

  That left about three feet of space separating us. Take that back. With my big boobs, there was only two feet of space between us, my girls wiggling and jiggling.

  Suddenly, the air grew hot and steamy. I fanned my face with an open hand, then stopped abruptly. How stupid. He had to know why I suddenly felt hot. I swallowed and shot him a nervous smile.

  “Sorry,” was my breathless apology. “A/C doesn’t reach back here and our fan is broken,” I said, nodding to an old-style metal contraption.

  “No worries,” he growled, blue eyes intense. “This works.”

  But his body was so big. Wide shoulders stretched practically from wall to wall. I took a fumbling step back, crushing some random papers. God, I was burning up but didn’t want to look like any more of a fool by fanning my face again. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen up close. Mr. Lincoln smelled so good too, like spice and male musk. Make that pine trees and sex in the snow.

  Suddenly, I realized just how hard my heart was beating. Could he hear? Could he see for that matter? My face flushed again.

  But the alpha just stared.

  Intense blue eyes heated me up from the inside. Like he was touching me, hard and dirty.

  Oh god. My nipples stiffened, impossible to control.

  “Um,” I started again, biting my lip nervously. “Is there something I can do for you?”

  A slow, languorous smile stretched his lips.

  “I have a proposition,” the man drawled.

  I started, jerking back a step. What was this? Did he think I was a hooker or something?

  But he laughed.

  “Not that kind, don’t worry pretty baby.”

  The billionaire put his hands in his pockets, casual and relaxed, and leaned back against the door. But then something unexpected happened. As my eyes followed the flex of his fingers, I saw it then. The bulge at his crotch. The massive tent that was impossible to miss.

  His dick was hard.

  Oh my god!

  This gorgeous man was stiff from being in the same small space as me!

  My eyes flew to his, but the man wasn’t even embarrassed. Instead, he leaned back even more, voice growling.

  “A proposition,” he repeated in a rumble. “For a real pretty girl.”

  I gulped, my eyes fluttering to his face, and then back down to his crotch. I couldn’t stop staring for the life of me. How big was it? As long as my arm, from wrist to elbow? How would it feel inside? And shamefully, my mouth watered then, cunt beginning to drip.

  But I made myself reply.

  “Um, how can I help you?” was my tiny squeak. “What can I do?”

  Those blue eyes gleamed.

  “Well, I have is a unique problem you see. Something that might be up your alley.”

  My face flushed. Did he mean sucking his woodie? Squeezing him tight in this back office until he erupted, my hand covered with hot male jism?

  No.

  Couldn’t be.

  We just met.

  We hadn’t even really met met, he was just a customer in the store.

  So I took a deep breath.

  “What’s that?” I asked in a voice that trembled.

  What could he possibly want?

  The man grinned wolfishly then.

  “I need a fake fiancée.”

  There was no way I heard him right.

  “What? I’m sorry?”

  He said it again but it didn’t make any more sense the second time around.

  “I think you’d be perfect as a fake fiancée.”

  Shocked, I stared at him with my mouth open. It was the craziest idea ever.

  “You don’t even know me!” I managed in a feeble voice.

  “I don’t need to know you,” he drawled, eyes assessing my curvy figure. “I saw what how you handled Bowzer. You have the exact qualities I need for this project.”

  I gaped at him. No way were my dog whispering skills relevant to a fake fiancée role.

  “No, I don’t think so,” my words came, head shaking slowly. “That doesn’t sound right. Maybe you just need some rest. The dog must be wearing you out.”

  This time Mr. Lincoln laughed, tipping his head back and flashing that bright white smile.

  “God damn, you’re cute.” He chuckled again the sound rolled over my body, making me shiver. Why oh why did the sexy ones have to be crazy? Because this was a lunatic proposition for sure.

  But then Evan upped the ante.

  “I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars to pose as my fiancée for a month,” he growled, blue eyes harsh.

  My mouth dropped open. What? Ten thousand was inconceivable. It was more money than I’ve ever had. It was what I made in a year, working part time at DoggyMart.

  “What?” I gasped. “What? What?”

  I wish I could say something smarter than one word on repeat. But the offer was over-the-top insane and totally flabbergasting. This guy must be really crazy. And now I was trapped in the back office with him. Oh shit.

  How to get out of here? I needed to escape. Was there any way I could call out to Leah for help without him knowing? Was this kind of insanity violent? His eyes were nice though. Not kind, but safe. But I bet people thought the same way about serial killers before they chopped them up too. So I took a deep breath.

  “Listen,” I said, hands up placating him. “We don’t know each other. You don’t know me. This can’t be right. There must be other women you can ask.”

  But the alpha cut me off.

  “Naw, that’s a no go,” he growled. “Like I said before, you have a way with aggressive animals and I’m guessing it’s the same with people. My father is the human form of Bowzer, a scary SOB that’ll bite before asking any questions. Just like you did with Bowzer, I think you’ll have a way with him too.”

  I was completely taken aback.

  “Even if I did agree, your father is a man, not a dog!” came my protest. “I can’t do it. No way.”

  Evan’s smirk came back full force then. Because he knew exactly which buttons to press. Reaching inside his jacket pocket, the billionaire pulled out a checkbook and pen before scribbling something and ripping it out with a flourish.

  “Here,” came his grunt. “Does this change your mind?”

  My eyes went round, dollar signs cha-chinging before my gaze. Because it said ten thousand dollars, the four zeroes like round o’s staring at my face.

  “Tell me your real name, Maggie, and I’ll fill it in nice and legal. Or you can do it yourself,” he rumbled persuasively.

  And shamefully, my tongue answered.

  “It’s Margaret Lake,” was my breathless whisper.

  In a flash, the alpha scribbled.

  “Here,” he grunted. “Ten g’s delivered to Margaret Lake. Does that help?”

  Again, I was speechless. This was a lot of money. So much more than I’d ever seen before. I could do a lot with it. Pay my tuition at the coll
ege for the next couple of semesters, pay rent. Wow. Maybe I could even take more classes at the college and get my degree faster. I blinked at him in shock and stood there stiff and lifeless.

  The billionaire’s brow quirked.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  My fingers tightened around the check and didn’t want to let go. The cash could change everything. God, I didn’t think I could say no. So I didn’t. I bit my lip. And before I knew it, the answer was out.

  “Okay.”

  That wolfish smile showed itself again.

  “I knew you would see things my way, Margaret Lake.” Then he turned, one hand on the door knob before stopping. “Be ready at eight o’ clock tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.”

  What? Oh my god! Everything was moving so fast. This man, the check, and now actually going out with him someplace.

  “Wait, but why are you doing this?” I asked in a trembling voice, fingers gripping the paper so tight that my knuckles showed white. “Why do you need a fake fiancée?”

  The dark man merely smiled again.

  “You’ll see,” he rumbled. “You’ll see when you meet my dad.”

  I was meeting his parents tomorrow? What in the world? Couldn’t be. So my brain rewound to one of the few things that it could process.

  “But you don’t know where I live!” I called again to his departing back. “You know nothing about me.”

  He stopped, turning to flash a brilliant smile over one shoulder.

  “Then I guess we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” was his amused drawl. “See you at eight.”

  And with that, Mr. Lincoln was gone, long legs striding to the exit, sure and confident. And even as my cheeks flared, excitement took root in my breast. Because suddenly everything seemed to sparkle, the world going Technicolor. It shouldn’t have been this way, and yet … I wanted to see how the next chapter unfolded.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Evan

  “Thank you, Mrs. Jones. Everything looks really good.”

  “I’m glad.” The woman who’s been cooking for me for years, finished arranging two place settings on the table and passed me to go back into the kitchen for a vase of flowers.

  Flowers?