My Big Fake Boyfriend
Olivia Fortune Robinson has done some crazy things in her life, but this has to be one of the craziest. She has just propositioned sexy Alejandro Mendoza to be her pretend boyfriend for a week. Whatâs even crazier? He said yes!
Theyâre doing it all for Sophieâor so they think. Livâs cynical view of marriage accidentally convinced her little sister to call off her own wedding, and Liv has to fix things and quick. What better way than to âfall in loveâ herself? Tall, dark and alpha, Alejandro doesnât seem to mind having Liv on his armâor in his bed. But when the two commitment-phobes suddenly become faux fiancés, Livâs traitorous heart starts to fall for real... Is Alejandroâs far behind?
MEET THE FORTUNES
Fortune of the Month: Olivia Fortune Robinson
Age: 28
Vital statistics: The smart one and the pretty one. But donât waste your time.
Claim to fame: The last single Fortune Robinson daughter.
Romantic prospects: Her heart is shut up so tight it would take a crowbar to pry it open.
âAfter everything Iâve seen in my parentsâ marriage, Iâd have to be crazy to want to get married myself. But I never intended to make my sister Sophie call off her own wedding! If I donât do something fast, sheâs going to lose Mason. Heâs one of the good guys. I canât let that happen.
Enter exhibit A: Alejandro Mendoza. Our family has a long-standing tradition of falling for Mendoza men, and Alejandro is the hottest hottie of the bunch. If I can make Sophie believe that Iâve fallen head over heels for him, her own cold feet will warm up. As for me? Having Alejandro as my make-believe boyfriend is a price Iâm more than willing to pay. The trick is remembering itâs just pretendâ¦â
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Chapter One
âItâs time to break out the Fuzzy Handcuffs, Mike.â Olivia Fortune Robinson gave the sexy bartender her most flirtatious smile.
He cocked a brow and grinned. âItâs my pleasure to hook you ladies up.â
âExcuse me?â Her sister Sophie frowned at him and then her eyes went wide as realization seemed to dawn. âOh, no.â Sophie held up her hands as if to ward off Mike. âPlease tell me you are not a stripper.â She pinned her panicked gaze on her sister. âOlivia, Dana and I specifically told you we didnât want strippers at our bachelorette party. No offense, Mike. Iâm sure youâre very good at what you do. You just canât do it here. Not tonight. Not for us.â
She looked at her sister-in-law-to-be, Dana Trevino, and the other Fortune Robinson sisters seated on the plush love seats and overstuffed armchairs grouped around a glass cocktail table in a cozy corner of the Driskill Hotel bar.
Sophieâs brown eyes were huge and color blazed high on her cheekbones. By contrast, Dana seemed to have gone pale as she perched hesitantly on the edge of her seat, as if weighing whether or not to bolt. Watching the pair of them squirm was worth all the effort Olivia had put into planning this sistersâ weekend. Olivia almost hated to burst their horrified balloons.
âUnfortunately, Mike is not a stripper,â she said, pausing to let them sit with thoughts of what they would be missing.
Her sister Rachel sighed. âAw, thatâs too bad. For one glorious moment, I thought we had our very own Magic Mike.â
Zoe, another sister, nodded in agreement.
Mike laughed. âSorry, ladies. Itâs true, Iâm not a stripper. Although I will be tending to your every need tonight.â
The innuendo was thick.
âDoes that mean youâre a gigolo then?â Rachel asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mike laughed. âNo, not a gigolo, either. I am your personal bartender and I am happy to be at your service.â
Sophieâs mouth formed a perfect O before her brows knit together. âAnd exactly what were you planning to do with the fuzzy handcuffs?â
Olivia and Mike exchanged a conspiratorial look.
âForgive them,â she said. âThey donât get out much.â