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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About
Ella
Ella Jade
has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a
notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The
plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what
to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She
started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.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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