After his father's passing, Pierson Meager is left with much responsibility, undertaking the running of the family business and the fathering of his three younger brothers. For all the changes in his life, things are comfortable, uniform, and exactly how Pierson likes it—until an agreement with a stranger turns it upside down.
Susan Coyle is a driven woman, so when the position of Marketing CEO opens up at her company, she will do whatever it takes to land that job, even if it means cutting a deal with an absolute stranger. What Susan doesn’t realize is that this stranger will not only show her the real importance of life, but he will also unearth a tragic past she fought so hard to forget.
The dress Lilly had chosen left little to the imagination: It was tightly-fitted, red, strapless, and barely covered my behind. The matching shoes were six-inch heels, which made them about six inches too high for me. I cursed as I wobbled, yanking the hem of the dress down, wishing I had worn one of my tailored business suits and comfortable flats.
As I walked up to the restaurant door, I contemplated driving back to my condo and changing, but I knew there was no time. Being late was not something I wanted to add to my already-long list of problems with trying to land this promotion.
I hobbled inside and tripped on the flower-print rug. Plunging forward, I grabbed onto a partition to avoid doing a face-plant on the ground. I regained my composure after the near-fatal fall and peered around the restaurant. I noticed a bar to the left and a man sitting, sipping on a drink. He was tall and I could tell in good shape, as his broad shoulders fit snugly to his dark blue suit. I looked him over before seeing his red tie. This had to be Mark, the escort waiting for me.
I made my way over to him and exhaled. “Hi,” I whispered.
He turned. I was taken aback as I got a good look at his face. He had these iridescent blue eyes, flawless skin, square jaw shadowed by a light beard, prominent chin, and high cheek bones. He looked unreal, like a model you would see in a posh magazine.
He flashed a smile. “Well, hello.” Even his voice was sexy: deep, sultry, and smooth. I could have swooned over this gorgeous man, but this was business; I needed to keep it that way.
I extended my hand to him. “I’m Susan. You must be Mark.”
His blinked as he regarded my comment carefully. Then his lip quirked up on one side. “Yes, I am. Mark, that is.”
“Do you mind if I sit?”
He gestured to the chair next to him. “By all means, please.” I sat down and he rose two fingers up at the bartender, who walked over. Mark turned back to me. “Can I get you a drink?”
I nodded. “White wine, please.”
“The lady would like white wine, Frank.” The bartender reached under the counter, and placed a wine flute in front of me. He grabbed a green wine bottle, and poured it into my glass.
I lifted the glass. “Thank you,” I muttered to the bartender. He smiled, then walked over to another patron.
The picture of Mark flashed into my head, and I couldn’t help but take a peek between his legs. I could definitely see a bulge, but in my guesstimate, it was about seven inches. Not that I was an expert in penis sizes.
“Excuse me, can I help you with something?”
Shit. I was caught. I looked up at him and flushed as he rose his eyebrows. “Sorry, I was checking out your pants, they’re, uh… very nice.”
“Mhm.” He shook his head.
Okay, so I will never earn a living as a detective, but can you blame me for taking a peek?
I took a sip from my glass before turning back to Mark. “So do you do this often?”
He cocked his head to the side, looking at me curiously. “I’m not quite sure what you mean?”
“You know, posing as women’s fiancés? I’m sure you’re use to being under the covers, more often than out of them.” I burst out laughing. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist,” I mumbled as I snorted.
He shook his head. “Susan, I really have no clue what you are talking about, could you please elaborate?”
I shrugged. “Your job as an escort. I mean, I’m sure this is odd, you know, just going to dinner.”
A sinister grin spread across his face. He chuckled and slid his hand up my thigh. I placed my hand as a road block, stopping him in his tracks.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
He pushed my hand away. “Oh, but it’s what you hired me for, isn’t it? I surely want to make sure you get your money’s worth, now don’t I?”
My throat went dry. “I just want you to pretend you are my fiancé to my boss, that’s all,” I practically choked on my words. He slid his hand down the bare part of my back, sending a shivering tingle throughout my body. I closed my eyes, embracing it.
I felt his hot breath against my neck. “If you want, we can take this to a more private environment? My apartment is just down the road. Or if you’d like, we could go to your place.” He blew into my ear and slid his tongue down my neck. Moisture beaded between my legs. Heat scorched through my body.
I whipped my head around. Standing behind me was Craig Sendical and his wife, Maggie. Talk about perfect timing. I exhaled with a smile.
Craig Sendical had salt and pepper hair and was fit for his age of 60. Maggie had dyed strawberry blonde hair with not a wrinkle on her face, from the many facelifts and Botox she received. So I heard through gossip at the office. She talked like a Marionette, her lips barely moving from all the chemicals.
I stood up.
“Hi, Craig, Maggie, I would like you to meet my fiancé—”
Craig extended his hand past me. “Pierson Meager.”
I stood stunned. Pierson? No his name is Mark.
“Hi, Craig, how are you doing?” Pierson responded with a shake of his hand. He dipped to Maggie’s cheek giving it a quick kiss. “Maggie, you look lovely as ever.”
So not only was his name not Mark, he knew my boss and his wife personally! Oh my God, how could I be so stupid?
“Oh, Pierson, such a charmer.” Maggie blushed.
Yeah, some charmer—more like a back-stabbing sneak!
Craig looked at Pierson, astounded. “I didn’t know you were Susan’s fiancé.”
Pierson draped his arm around my shoulder, giving me a light squeeze. It took all of my control not to push him off. “Yep. She is the love of my life.” His words sent a ripple of anger down my spine.
Craig cupped his chin with his thumb and finger. “Huh, go figure. What a small world we live in.”
“Well, it’s about time someone snatched you. Lucky girl, I’ll say.” Maggie waved her hand in the air.
“Actually, Maggie, it is I who am the lucky one.” Pierson looked down at me and grinned. “Right, honey?” I wanted to slap that grin off his face!
I glared back at him and mumbled, “Yeah… right.”
Craig looped his arm in Maggie’s. “Our table is ready, so why don’t we go have a seat so we can chat?” He turned and walked into the restaurant.
I was fuming. When Craig and Maggie were out of earshot, I leaned to Pierson’s ear. “You lied to me.”
“Oh, dear, I did, didn’t I? I don’t believe you want to discuss that right now, do you?” he asked, almost mocking me in a whisper.
I shook my head. He held out his arm to me. “Shall we?”
Hesitantly, I slid my arm into his and we walked over to the table.