Pretend For Me

myself as I glanced down a

efore closing the oven door. The meal was a last-minute solution because Henry had called to ask if I could meet a possible client and I had arrived home later than anticipated. Of course,

ked the cooking program from which I had obtained the recipe for the devilish vers

st be h

on the drop between my breasts and a deadly pair of stilettos. My hair was held back on one side by a golden clip, leaving one side of my neck uncovered and drawing attention to my cleavage. My m

o meet the man when I noticed

ha

s too attractive stance caused m

l sexy," he said with

grey trousers and a black v-neck t-shirt, and his hair was sticking out in various directions—probably from the chick he ha

nd me your parking lot card cause I lost min

Quickly entering my bedroom, I dug through my purse and pulled out the green

t at seeing Ethan. For a little moment, I believed he was the man

that any guy who was a "free spirit" or those individuals who partied every day were not my type. This man had to be the opposite

I noticed Ethan talking

back while running as quickly as I could in the small heels I was wearing. I let go of

y man, who was about sixty without his round gl

p you, sir

a McAdams," the man replie

ase tell me he isn’t the

inner party,” The old man grinned revealing his wr

it's not possible; this has to be a cruel joke. I shook my head and cast my eyes over th

for a man who is mature yet cha

d, I observed the man's appearance and was horrified. My mother and Stacy would be there any moment to meet my s

aid, not caring if I sounded rude. I was

man asked his

early three times my age!" I exclaimed, indica

aid with a wag of his hairy eyebr

into the hallway and closing the door

t my temples while I tried to breathe slowly,

as she tells everyone the story of how her lonely sister had to pay a man to pretend to date her, and not ju

he had done, I intentionally pushe

ili

ed what he did I pushed past him

an escort,"