It's only pretend...
And it's only three months.
I'm in the midst of scrawling "I quit!" onto his fancy cardstock
letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then
he asks how well I can act...
Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancee.
With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel
heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to
get them to back off is to make them think he's truly, madly, deeply in
love...with me - his third personal assistant this year.
But I can hardly stand working for him as it is.
Hudson is crazy hot and well-aware. He's arrogant, spoiled, and
silver-spooned. He checks me out when he thinks I'm not looking, and his
life is a revolving door of beautiful women. Plus, he can't even
pronounce my name correctly - how's he going to convince his family he's
in love with me?!
I'm seconds from giving him a resounding "no" when he flashes his
signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a
whole mess of zeroes...
On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride.
But, oh baby, there's one thing I haven't told him, one teensy-tiny
thing that could make this just a hair complicated....
Here's hoping this entire thing doesn't explode in our faces.
