Nathan Hunt needs a girlfriend—specifically a fake one.
Yes, the shy, grumpy twin of Henry Cavill who sits at the end of my bar needs to convince his absurdly rich family that he's capable of a normal social life. And he's willing to pay a professional to fill that role. Who happens to be me. It helps that I'm just desperate enough to need the cash and not ask any questions. I'm the obvious choice: Joni Zola, former dancer and forever flirt. Never too serious. Always a good time. On its surface, the plan is simple. First, tell everyone we're roommates. Then move on to lovers. His family will leave him alone, and I'll have a free place to stay and a full bank account. Easy, right? But as our scheme progresses, the lines blur. Soon casual PDA turns into sharing a bed at night. On the outside, Nathan Hunt is just my next boyfriend of the hour. But what if secretly, I might want him forever? If we can keep things professional, this just might work. I can forget that kiss if he can. This standalone romance includes roommates to lovers; a billionaire doctor; an age gap; and a fake relationship
