Jessa James - Fake Fiancé

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James, Jessa

Fake Fiancé

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1. Chloe 1

2. Blake 2

3. Chloe 3

4. Blake

5. Chloe

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1

As Blake Collins walked into the room I took a close look at him. He had a defiant swagger in his step and a determined look in his eyes. The man was drop dead gorgeous. I’d seen him on TV, but never in person. Never when he wasn’t on for the cameras, whether on the ice or off. I could tell he didn’t care for meetings, and especially didn’t like being summoned to one, like some kid to the principal’s office.

But rich playboy looked good on him, and I wasn’t immune, no matter how much I pretended to be. Everything about him made me want to touch, from the slight wave in his hair, the well-groomed beard he kept just long enough to make me wonder what it would feel like brushing over my inner thighs, to the designer clothes and Italian shoes. Player. Bad boy.

Trouble.

His presence matched his persona, so predictably that I had to smile.

“Blake, this is Chloe Hansen,” Frank Stell said, glancing at me, then the others in the room. Frank was my boss and ran the whole West Coast division of SportsAds. And he’d already agreed to my plan…we just hadn’t filled lover boy in on the details yet. Frank gave me a look that screamed—I hope you know what you’re doing—before turning back to Blake. “You know the others.”

The others were Tom Lassiter, the white-haired owner of the Detroit Blizzards, some soft young man with glasses that reeked of lawyer, and Ralph Dodge, a sports agent and an all-around decent guy—from what I’d heard—which was probably one of the reasons he couldn’t control his client.

Blake ignored the men and turned to me. His wide grin and deep green gaze captivated me as he shook my hand. It was a strong grip, warm and confident. An electric jolt ran through my bones as his skin contacted mine for the first time. He let his eyes run over my body in a practiced glance, the kind that a man gives a woman at a bar, not in a conference room; exactly what I expected from him. Real bad boys played true to form and I grew more confident as he acted like he was reading off a cue card. Frank rolled his eyes behind Blake’s back and I smiled, a genuine, full mega-watt smile. I didn’t need Blake to like me. Nor did I need to like him. He just had to listen, and my certainty grew to a rock solid knowing in my chest. Blake was going to go along with my plan. He had no choice. He might be a bad boy, but he wasn’t stupid. Far from it.

He took a seat across the room, leaning back and turning his attention to the men in suits. I used the opportunity to let my eyes move up, down and over him. His tall and muscular build, the perfected form of an elite athlete that usually lay well hidden beneath his hockey pads. His chiseled facial features gave him an irresistible, rugged look. I had to stop myself from wondering what his skin tasted like, even as ludicrous as it sounded. He flashed a quick smile in my direction, as though he could sense my roaming eyes, showing his perfect white teeth.

This was a business meeting, not a bar pick-up. I shook my head and looked away, irritated with myself for letting a guy like him get me distracted.

This was a job. He was the job.

Although easy to look at, my interest in Blake was professional. I already knew the purpose of the meeting. That luxury gave me the chance to turn my attention to his reactions as he got his ass chewed out. The team boss gave him an ultimatum. I could tell by the way he held himself that what they were saying did not make Blake a happy man―I watched his posture change as their words sank in.

“What do you expect me to do?” he demanded, sitting up, his casual demeanor and cocky smile gone. “Pretend to be someone else? Hide in my house?”

I crossed my arms, my smile back. Even if I hadn’t known his reputation as a bad boy, the tone of his voice was proof enough. Blake always got his own way and expected it would stay that way. The hockey star needed to change and he didn’t like it one little bit.

Better get used to it, Blake.

Seeing him squirm amused me. A satisfying vindication washed over me as I watched the shit show play out right in front of me. I lived for bearing first hand witness to unfolding drama. Cleaning up celebrity public relations disasters was what I did. The challenge Blake presented brought a different kind of excitement to the job. Blake Collins, always in control, always perfect for the cameras, appeared to falter when the word fiancée came up.

I knew I’d do my part to keep him uncomfortable for some time and a part of me enjoyed that. When I dealt with macho guys who thought being tough meant they should always get their way, the challenge to see if I could get them to bend, even a little, was intoxicating. There was nothing I loved more in the world than an alpha male. Hot. Dominant. Confident. Most of the posers in the celebrity world folded when the pressure got too high. But Blake?

He was cornered, but he wasn’t down. The fire burning in his eyes made my heart race. God, I’d bet he was incredible in bed.

His gaze darted to mine and the heat there made me forget to breathe. We stared for long seconds and I couldn’t stop wondering what kind of lover he’d be. Guys like him usually went to one extreme or the other. They either took what they wanted and didn’t care much whether or not their woman enjoyed the ride…or they prided themselves on breaking a woman into pieces, devouring her until she was wrung out on pleasure and totally under their command.

My panties grew wet and my nipples hardened beneath my blouse. Thank goodness I’d worn the thick push up bra today. I was giving nothing away, showing no weakness. Not to a predator like him.

Having the tables turned on guys like Blake always got them worked up. I could feel his frustration, and that just added more fuel to my fire, provided the extra spark and drive I would need to hold up my end of the bargain. It made my job all the sweeter.