Boyfriend for Hire

Suddenly, the door opened, and he saw her for the first time. At least he hoped it was Angelica. She pushed her raven black hair to the side before welcoming him with a hesitant smile. She wore a simple black sweatshirt and black jeans that hugged every curve.

“You must be from the agency.”

“Well—” Bradley wasn’t sure how he planned to address that subject. She pulled him into her house and shut the door behind him before he had an opportunity to respond.

“What is your name?”

“Bradley.”

“Bradley? Just Bradley?”

He was thankful she didn’t recognize him, but he still couldn’t quell that inner conscience that made him think she was planning some kind of interrogation. “I have a last name, but let’s keep this on a first name basis, shall we?”

“Okay. That’s perfectly fine with me.” She was wringing her hands nervously, and Brad instinctively reached out to take her hands in his, using his thumbs to caress the palms. “In fact, if we never see each other after this weekend, that’s fine, too.”

He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of never seeing her again. She intrigued him more by the minute. She had an air about her, which spoke success, and yet at that moment she was as jumpy as a cat. Exactly what was she planning this weekend? He’d first thought her plan was to expose him, but his impression of her left him thinking his original instincts were wrong. Bradley wished she could relax a little more around him. He brought the back of her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently.

“Oh, you are good.” Her voice deepened an octave, giving it a sexy sound. Then suddenly, she yanked her hand from his lips and wiped her hand on her jeans. She folded her arms across her chest protectively. “But that is completely unnecessary until Saturday when we go to my parent’s house. This is just for show, not for real, Brad.”

Bradley arched an eyebrow, wondering what kind of game she was playing. “Perhaps you should fill me in on what it is you expect me to do.”

“I need you to pretend you are very much in love with me. Just in front of friends and family. Alone you can do whatever you wish.” She turned her back to him and he followed her deeper into her house, his eyes watching the delicious sway to her hips as she sauntered over to the buffet table. She opened her purse, and pulled out a wad of cash, then held it out for him to take. “$10,000, as we agreed, to act as my boyfriend for the weekend.”