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  Her Fake Fiancé Billionaire Boss

  Piper Sullivan

  Contents

  Also by Piper Sullivan

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Also by Piper Sullivan

  Cowboy's Fake Fiancée

  1. Mason

  2. Sage

  Seal’d to Her: A Preview

  Prologue

  1. Colt

  2. Jaya

  3. Colt

  Dr Daddy Next Door: A Preview

  Book Description

  1. Rory

  2. Kane

  Copyright 2017 by Piper Sullivan - All rights reserved.

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  Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher.

  Also by Piper Sullivan

  Dr. Daddy Next Door: A Single Dad & A Virgin Romance

  Seal'd to Her: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

  Cowboy's Fake Fiancée: A Single Dad & A Virgin Romance

  Description

  Jenn

  “I need you to pretend to be my fiancée.”

  Those were the last words Jennifer Bradford ever expected to hear from her Boss. But how does she say no when he’s so bloody damn persistent and on top of it, the guy every girl goes all fan-girl over. She knew the moment she agreed to play his fiancée, she risked not only her future as his personal assistant, but also her virtue and most certainly her heart.

  * * *

  Justin

  This is how low he was willing to go, Justin Dunne, had a deal to close, and without the reputation of a family man, his chances were slim. Thankfully his PA, sweet capable Jennifer, agreed to step into the shoes of his ideal woman. What he didn’t expect was to fall for her.

  Chapter One

  Everything would be fine. At worst, she would end up laughing and assume he was pulling her leg or at best she would take the offer without another question.

  Justin Dunne's workday was coming to an end. Any minute now his assistant Jennifer would be coming to let him know she’s heading home for the day. And when she did, he would conjure up the nerve to ask her what he had wanted to ask her all day. The worst part is that he didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count how many times he had to rephrase his question. He suddenly felt small in his large office, dreading what he was about to do. But what was the worst that could happen? If she said no, she would just leave and show up to work the next day like nothing happened. Maybe. She could also assume the worst and think this was his way of sexually harassing her.

  If she said yes, his plan would work perfectly.

  Would this count as sexual harassment? He contemplated this as he sat at his desk drumming his fingers impatiently on its surface. Irritated he stood up and walked around his desk to sit on the edge, but no pose could erase the sense of doom that lingered on the border of his mind. He took a deep steadying breath and said, “Everything would be fine, just breath, ask her what you want and let the chips fall where they may.”

  There was a slight knock on his door, and he quickly moved around to sit behind his desk again, trying his best to look at ease.

  “Come in!” he called and cleared his throat. His tongue felt thick in his mouth.

  With her purse in hand and her coat dangling over her arm, she walked into his office and smiled, and Justin stood up. It was not an out of the ordinary gesture, since he was taught etiquette by his mother from the day he was able to stand. You always stood up in the presence of a lady. But right now, he felt awkward to say the least.

  "Mr. Dunne, I’m heading home now, is there anything else you need me to handle before I go?”

  He nodded and reached for a pile of files, then motioned for her to sit, “Actually there is…” he started, but his courage hung on a thread over a gaping chasm waiting to swallow it whole.

  “Of course,” she said, her smile fading ever so slightly.

  He couldn’t blame her, of all the staff; she’s always the one who stayed behind to tie up his loose ends. Over time he had grown so used to it that he had taken her for granted. Sooner or later she was going to get fed up or find the love of her life who will insist she worked her nine to five day and focus on a relationship, or worse a family.

  "How have you been?” he asked wanting to kick himself, he never asks her how she is, why start now?

  Jennifer looked at him quizzically as she tilted her head, “Is there something wrong Mr Dunne?”

  Instead of sitting down, he rounded his desk and walked past her and headed for his personal mini-bar. Which, low and behold, thanks to Jennifer, was always stocked with drinks. If he wanted to he could live in his office and not have any reason to leave. He had a closet full of clean work clothes, a bathroom, a bar and a single phone call could have any meal of his choice brought to his office.

  "Drink?" he asked, as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.

  The bar was near a floor to ceiling window that gave him a magnificent view of the city when he looked out of it; just one of the perks of having a penthouse office. The view was breathtaking but the vertigo-inducing height didn’t help his trepidation right then.

  Justin regarded her where she sat with her legs crossed causing her skirt to ride up slightly, it wasn’t not enough to be inappropriate, but enough to catch his eye and distract him without any intention. He was professional but he was not blind. Jennifer's hair was a rich chestnut tone, with lighter brown highlights throughout. She was of average height and even in heals, she was still quite a bit shorter than him. Being on the swimming team in high school and college had given her an athletic build, which emphasized a generous chest that her conservative work blouses did not hide.

  Jennifer sat at the desk watching her boss's back as he poured himself a drink.

  "No, I'm fine thank you, but what is this about sir?" she asked again. She was sure that she had done everything he expected to the book, and if she had missed anything at all, surely he would follow the proper procedure and let HR handle any enquiries. In fact, he had never appeared so casual and so completely strange all at once. Mr Dunne was always in control, the epitome of sheer class and caliber. Something serious must be on his mind. And she had a sinking feeling it somehow involved her. And that she might possibly find it unpleasant.

  With his back turned against her, she took a moment to admire him; it was what every woman in the entire building did when he wasn’t watching. His jacket, vest and tie had been discarded on the leather sofa against the wall, and he had rolled his sleeves up. He had thick, sinewy forearms, which were certainly not built from hours of pencil pushing and corporate meetings. He worked out, once again, no secret. Come to think of it, she knew almost every detail of his life, from his favorite coffee to his preferred restaurant. She knew he had his own private gym and he had his own personal trainer. On that level, he was an open book.

  She worried her lip as he turned around, and feigned absolute patience as she waited for him to tell her what this was all about.

  "You know about the deal with Pryor?" he said walking slowly past her as he rounded the desk.

  "He's the one you want to buy the property from in Midtown," she responded and re-cro
ssed her legs.

  "That's right. He's shown additional interest in becoming an investor with us."

  "That's fantastic!”

  She was excited for him, but not quite sure where the whole cloak and dagger routine was headed. If he wanted a scheduled meeting with Pryor or whatever else, he could easily have asked her to do it in the morning. It wasn't that she didn't take her work seriously but she had a life, and that was in her one bedroom apartment, with her cat Ratchet having a love affair with her favorite TV series. Her workday was over and she couldn't wait to go home and kick her shoes off.

  "It is. I'm having him over to my house for dinner to discuss the deal.” He paused, swirling the rich amber liquid around his glass.

  She shifted in the chair and set her purse down, "Do you want me to schedule it? Get in contact with him? Send a car over?"

  "No, none of that, I actually have a favor to ask you. You see Jennifer... there’s no easy way to say this…”

  "What is it?" she asked, mulling over his very strange behavior.

  "Well, I invited Mr Pryor for dinner on Friday, to talk about the deal and to introduce him to my fiancée."

  He was engaged?! That morsel of information was a surprise. And somewhat deflating, though Jennifer cared not to examine that feeling right now. He never mentioned his fiancée in all her time working as his PA and now out of the blue, he was going to host a dinner and introduce her to a business partner. She clearly underestimated him; he wasn’t just a drab of a boss married to his work. He had a heart. She couldn’t wait to tell the others and watch their hopes and dreams shatter into a billion pieces.

  She looked at him curiously and tilted her head, "I’m sorry Mr Dunn, but how does this involve me, do you need me to send a car for her?"

  “That’s just the problem,” he said and tossed his drink back.

  “I’m confused, you’re hosting a dinner and your fiancée will be attending, how is that a problem? And what is it that you need me to do exactly?”

  "There is no fiancée," he said and dropped down on his chair, extending his hands behind his head, “There never was.”

  Confused hardly covered it. He had no fiancée. This baffled the shit out of her, if he had no fiancée why then make arrangements like that?

  "Then who is hosting the dinner with you? You want me to call Pyor and cancel it, or postpone at least?" she asked curiously.

  "I’m hoping that it would not come to that, which is where you come in. What I want Jennifer, is for you to host the dinner with me."

  Jennifer sat for a moment, searching his face for any mirth. There was none. If anything, the deadpan expression masking his face showed just how serious he was. His stormy blue eyes were filled with an electric charge capable of lighting up New York City. Jennifer panicked, suddenly realizing he was serious. His usually impeccably styled black hair was tousled like he'd been stuck in the ventilation system.

  "Excuse me?" she asked tentatively as she clutched her purse in her hands, certain that she had cracked her cellphone screen. But wanting to clarify what he was implying before she jumped to the obviously ridiculous conclusion her brain was insisting on.

  He leaned forward, and steepled his fingers together, "I want to introduce you as my fiancée.”

  If it wasn’t for the serious expression on his face, she would have burst out laughing. It was an absolute outrageous idea, one that was clearly not well thought through.

  "With all due respect sir..." she started.

  "I know it’s a tall order, but..."

  Jennifer huffed, “No, a tall order is expecting a republican to marry a democrat, or sending an inexperienced journalist to a war-torn country. What you’re asking is completely absurd and inappropriate,” she ranted.

  She was beyond counting her words and running them through a filter in her mind. What he was asking her was to lie and cheat.

  "I know it's a lot to ask…" he started and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  "It's not a lot, it's completely wild. It's crazy. You are asking me to lie, and no matter what the reason, it’s unjust and dishonorable,” she said angrily.

  "I’m willing to pay you to pretend to be my fiancée for one night," he said without pausing for a breath.

  He was simply relentless.

  "That doesn't make it better. ‘Hey Jennifer, I need you to pretend to be my fiancée so this rich man can like me', was the absolute last thing I expected to be asked today!" she exclaimed.

  Justin held back a laugh because she had deepened her voice mockingly to go with her imitation of him. Those hazel eyes sparked with fire and she was clearly upset.

  "What kind of girl do you think I am?" she asked, a pink- tinted blush washing over her cheeks.

  "You’re clearly misunderstanding the whole objective,” he said calmly.

  "There are women out there, who are professionals at this kind of thing, women who you can pay to accompany…"

  He cut in, "I'm not hiring a prostitute Jennifer. You think I didn't consider all of my options before coming to you? My intentions were not to embarrass you but I’m asking you a favor as your employer. I need your help. Please."

  He was officially begging, something he never thought he would be reduce to.

  "Don't you have an ex or a friend or someone else who could help you out?"

  "None that wouldn't use something like this against me. They will all have their own agendas and I need this to be completely discreet. We already work together and we are comfortable around each other, you know almost everything about me, and I wouldn't ask you if I thought you couldn't handle it."

  He saw the cogs in her brain turning as she mulled over his proposal, and he mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that she would agree. He was expecting far more from her than any employer should, but he had his balls in a twist and if he didn’t show up with a fiancée, the deal would be grounded.

  She sighed and rubbed her forehead as she stood up and paced the floor, “So what does it all entail?”

  "You need to simply play the part of my fiancée for a while. We'll host a dinner and stay together until the deal with Pryor is signed, sealed and delivered,” he stated as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

  "What do you mean by “a while”? A week, two, or three?”

  "I can't say for sure... a few months at the very least until we can break-up and call off the engagement."

  "Will you let me get back to you in the morning?" she asked wearily.

  "Sure, take some time and sleep on it,” he said and walked over to her laying his hand gently on her arm, “I swear to you that this was a bitter pill for me to swallow, in asking you to do this, and if I had another way out, I would have taken it.”

  “I have to get home,” she sighed and shrugged away from him, picked up her purse and marched out the door.

  Justin dragged his hands through his hair and cursed under his breath. He hated what he had become, but Pryor surprised him with his terms, and by that time things were already too far along to turn back. He could only hope that Jennifer would agree to help him.

  Chapter Two

  By the time Jennifer’s alarm screeched, waking up the entire apartment block, she was still laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep evaded her all night, as she tried to figure out what to do. Worst of all was that she had always liked him; of course, she never showed it. Keeping her work and her personal relationships separate was a rule she lived by ever since she started climbing the corporate ladder. She made the mistake to fall for a senior member of a firm she worked for right out of college once before and it had cost her, not only her job, but her virtue. It took her a long time to finally forgive herself for being so naïve and stupid and she vowed never to fall in that trap again. And the fact that she secretly admired Justin was her own best kept secret. What woman wouldn’t hope for him to notice her?

  Justin's target was Eugene Pryor who would only have to see them and buy their act for a night. While that was easy enough, the la
ck of evidence of them truly being together might make Pryor suspicious. If it was Justin's character he was trying to weigh, he would be looking out for articles about him in the news and tabloids. And if she was going to pretend to be his fiancée, it would mean that every person in the office would have to assume and believe they are together, when it’s all just a big lie.

  * * *

  She could probably pull it off since she so often fantasized about it, but that was then and this is now. Reality stared her in the face like a big bad wolf waiting to devour her, all she needed was a cape and to change her name to Lil Red.

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  What about his parents, would they be part of the ruse too? And even worse, what about her parents? She thought slightly panicked. She was going to have to either tell her mom and dad what’s really going on so that they didn’t get their hopes up, or pretend all the way.

  * * *

  Giving up on sleep, she got up and let in some bath water, maybe if she relaxed a little she could feel better about the decision she was about to make. She finally slid down into the warm water blocking out any sounds, if only she could get lost in the silence, but her mind was racing. Should she say yes?

  She didn't know the answer to the question after her bath, after getting dressed, or after her coffee. She didn't know it after brushing her teeth and she still didn't know the answer when her phone buzzed suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie. She frowned, wondering who on earth would be contacting her that early.

  * * *

  "Hello?"

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  "We're downstairs. Hurry down. I'll give you a ride." Justin hung up without allowing her to say anything else. She sighed. When he said he'd give her till that morning, he really meant that morning. She trudged down the stairs, her fingers trembling and her stomach felt like it was doing backflips on a trampoline. As she reached to open the door she paused, took a deep breath, and plastered on a fake smile. Outside, in front of her apartment was the hearse that will take her to her own personal funeral. Without a word, she slid into the Bentley beside her boss. He was pristinely dressed as usual, in his Armani suit and tie, and the car was filled with his masculine scent, a mixture of sandalwood and leather. Whatever you do, do not breathe, she warned herself and parted her lips. If she breathed through her mouth, she had no need to inhale his scent and she could actually think clearly. She hoped.