He might only be a fake boyfriend.
But he’s going to make sure she’s not faking… anything.
Tabitha Riley needs a date for her sister’s wedding … and fast.
It doesn’t matter that her sister is marrying her ex-boyfriend.
She could care less about that.
It’s showing up to the wedding single and alone, feeling her family’s pity and hearing their snide remarks about her lack of social life, that she can’t handle.
Enter Dr. Brody Miner.
He’s the man fantasies are made of, especially Tabitha’s.
Still, it is just a simple arrangement. No real relationship, nothing more than a date to a wedding.
One friend helping out another friend.
But Brody is used to getting what he wants and he definitely wants Tabitha Riley—
Over and over again.
But he’s going to make sure she’s not faking… anything.
Tabitha Riley needs a date for her sister’s wedding … and fast.
It doesn’t matter that her sister is marrying her ex-boyfriend.
She could care less about that.
It’s showing up to the wedding single and alone, feeling her family’s pity and hearing their snide remarks about her lack of social life, that she can’t handle.
Enter Dr. Brody Miner.
He’s the man fantasies are made of, especially Tabitha’s.
Still, it is just a simple arrangement. No real relationship, nothing more than a date to a wedding.
One friend helping out another friend.
But Brody is used to getting what he wants and he definitely wants Tabitha Riley—
Over and over again.
“I didn’t mean that, Tabitha. I meant men should be lined up at your door dying for a chance to spend time with you.”
“Brody you’re being really sweet, but you don’t need to try and make me feel bett—”
“I’m being honest. You’re funny, kind, smart, you have eyes a man could stare at the rest of his life and never get bored. You have the cutest little dimple when you smile and I find myself wanting to see more and more of it.”
“Brody—”
“And your body… I find myself dreaming about your body, Tabitha.”
“I… maybe we should call it a night…”
“Dreaming of touching it, wondering if it would be as soft as my imagination says it is,” he whispers and as he’s talking his fingers are brushing up and down my arm. I feel like I’m being drugged, falling under his spell. I should fight it, but I don’t really want to. The promise in his face, the intensity of it makes me want to follow everywhere he might lead. Dangerous…I know it is, but it’s what I want.
“Brody,” I whisper and I don’t know if I want to tell him we shouldn’t do this, or if I want to beg him to kiss me.
“Are you soft all over, Tabitha?” he asks.
“You could find out,” I dare him.
“Brody you’re being really sweet, but you don’t need to try and make me feel bett—”
“I’m being honest. You’re funny, kind, smart, you have eyes a man could stare at the rest of his life and never get bored. You have the cutest little dimple when you smile and I find myself wanting to see more and more of it.”
“Brody—”
“And your body… I find myself dreaming about your body, Tabitha.”
“I… maybe we should call it a night…”
“Dreaming of touching it, wondering if it would be as soft as my imagination says it is,” he whispers and as he’s talking his fingers are brushing up and down my arm. I feel like I’m being drugged, falling under his spell. I should fight it, but I don’t really want to. The promise in his face, the intensity of it makes me want to follow everywhere he might lead. Dangerous…I know it is, but it’s what I want.
“Brody,” I whisper and I don’t know if I want to tell him we shouldn’t do this, or if I want to beg him to kiss me.
“Are you soft all over, Tabitha?” he asks.
“You could find out,” I dare him.
Tory likes to write quick romantic stories that make her smile. She loves connecting with her readers and you can get in touch with her by writing to: torybakerbooks@gmail.com
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