<p><strong><em>I never said I was engaged to Alex Stone (a.k.a., the richest man in Eureka)...</em></strong></p><p><em>My douchey ex just assumed I was, and I didn't correct him.</em></p><p><br></p><p>You see, I was having a moment.</p><p>I was out of work, out of money, and Alex had just offered me a lifeline by hiring me to be his <strong><em>live-in nanny</em></strong> for a month.</p><p><br></p><p>So when Drake the douche starts going on about what a hot mess I am at my best friend's wedding, I kind of let him believe we were a thing.</p><p>I never said the word <strong><em>fiancé</em></strong>, and I definitely never expected Alex to play along.</p><p><br></p><p>Alex Stone is one of those list-topping, <strong><em>billionaire</em></strong> businessmen-types.</p><p>He's controlled, formal, and never makes a bad decision.</p><p>He's also tall, dark, and <strong><em>brutally handsome</em></strong>, with smokey hazel eyes, wavy brown hair, and a bod that will <strong><em>melt your brain.</em></strong></p><p>(A detail I happen to know after <strong><em>accidentally catching him </em></strong>just out of the shower<strong><em> naked</em></strong>.)</p><p><br></p><p>The plan is he'll <em>secretly</em> be <strong><em>my fake fiancé</em></strong> for the night, no harm done.</p><p>But when the douche stays longer than the wedding, our "engagement" stops being a secret.</p><p>And when Alex decides there are things we should know how to do if we're engaged (<em>like making out and sleeping together</em>), my lie really gets out of control.</p><p><br></p><p>Because it's one thing to be<strong><em> fake engaged </em></strong>to the<strong><em> hottest, richest man in town, </em></strong>who also happens to be<strong><em> your live-in boss. </em></strong></p><p>It's<strong><em> a little twist </em></strong>to find yourself falling in love with him.</p>