Fake It

I can fake anything for fifty grand…Turns out, I was right. Now I'm playing pretend fiancée to Cameron Styles. Chicago's most devastating lawyer who happens to have both an ego the size of Lake Michigan and a smile that makes my knees weak. The man's idea of a relationship is a bathroom hookup at a nightclub, but he needs a good girl on his arm to land the biggest client of his career. The rules seemed simple enough:1 Make his potential client believe in our love story2 Keep my heart locked up tight3 Remember this is just business But there's something about the way Cameron looks at me when no one's watching. The way his walls start crumbling when we're alone. The way he's nothing like the cold-heartedplayer everyone warns me about. Just when I start believing this could be real, I'm reminded that every sweet moment between us comes with a price tag. I know better than to fall for a man who had to hire someone to love him...so why does my heart refuse to stick to the contract?