One weekend—no strings, no expectations, and
no commitments. On Sunday afternoon it all ends, or does it?
No-nonsense
businessman Spencer Cannon has a dilemma. He’s headed to Connecticut for the
weekend to attend his cousin’s elaborate wedding. His whole family will be there
in addition to his obsessed ex-girlfriend Ava. According to Spencer’s brother,
Ava has been telling her friends she’s planning a magical reunion with her
favorite ex-boyfriend. Spencer’s not in the mood to deal with her, but he can’t
miss the wedding. He needs a plan.
Struggling Brooklyn
waitress and aspiring graphic designer Dakota Vercelli has fallen on hard
times. College debts, pending eviction, and her sick mother are taking a toll
on her. A chance encounter with Mr. Cannon, CEO of Cannon and Carrington
Advertising, leads to a proposition that may be just the thing to solve both of
their problems. Spencer’s offer—spend four days with him during the wedding
festivities and keep his ex off his trail. In return, he’ll compensate her
generously for her time. He needs a weekend girlfriend, and Dakota needs the
cash.
It was just supposed
to be a business deal, but after sharing a room, kissing under the stars, and
attending a wedding, their attraction is undeniable. Will the illusion end when
the weekend is over or is the proposition just the beginning?
Content Warning:
contains mature language and graphic sexual content
Excerpt
“I have a proposition
for you.”
“A proposition?”
What could he possibly have to offer her?
“I have to attend my
cousin’s wedding this weekend. Actually, I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I
don’t want to go alone for reasons I don’t wish to discuss right now. I need
someone to accompany me. I’m offering that to you.”
“And you think I’m
‘to the point’?”
He smiled but didn’t
say anything. She couldn’t stand the silence. She wanted to figure out his
game. There had to be some sort of catch.
“You want me to go
to a wedding with you?”
“It’s in
Connecticut. I would require your services until Sunday afternoon. All of your
expenses would be paid, including a wardrobe which would be yours to keep after
the weekend.”
“You need a date?”
“I would need you to
appear as my girlfriend.”
“Is this a joke?”
“I wouldn’t joke
about something like this. I’ve thought the entire thing through.”
“A man who looks
like you should have no problem finding a real girlfriend to buy clothes for
and flaunt in front of his family.” She thought for a moment. “Unless there’s
something wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing
wrong with me.” He raised his voice a bit. “I had planned on attending alone
but circumstances have changed. I’m in a bind and from what I gather, you are
too.”
Her instincts
screamed to run in the opposite direction. She’d never been the type to fall
for a scam. “I’m not interested in—”
“I’ll pay you two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars for your time.”
“What?” Apparently a
side of crazy came with those good looks.
“One hundred and
twenty-five thousand today, if you agree.” He pulled out a check from the
inside pocket of the jacket he had draped on the back of the chair. He slipped
the mint green paper across the table. “You’ll get the rest on Sunday
afternoon.”
“That’s fifty grand
a day.” She studied the check. It would take her years to make that kind of
money working these shit-end jobs.
“I’m aware.” He
nodded as if the money meant nothing. “I’m asking for your time, a commodity I
believe should be well compensated.”
Too good to be true.
“Do you make it a
habit of paying women to be your girlfriend?”
“Pretend
girlfriend,” he reminded her. “You would be the first.”
“Why me?”
“Does it matter?”
“What exactly do you
expect me to do for that money?”
“I told you.” He
narrowed his eyes. “I need a date for a long weekend. Everyone needs to think
we’re a couple.”
“You’re willing to
pay me to go away with you for four days. I’m supposed to take your word we’re
going to a wedding in Connecticut? How do I know you won’t kidnap me and want
to do all sorts of kinky stuff to me? You could be some sex-obsessed lunatic.”
“Kinky stuff?”
“Yeah, you know,
like bondage and blindfolds.”
“Do you like that
sort of thing?” He tried to conceal his smirk.
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Ella
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
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