Fake Date (Dating Series Book 2) by Monica Murphy
Working at Bliss Lingerie, Sarah Harrison deals with all sorts of—interesting clientele. Yet no one sparks her interest more than Jared Gaines, the ultra-rich, ultra-sexy businessman who frequents her shop, buying delicate little “gifts” for the women in his life.
But one day, Jared sends her a gift from Bliss. And when Sarah walks into his office, demanding to know why, he makes her an offer she somehow can’t refuse—be his fake girlfriend for the weekend while attending his brother’s engagement party.
Next thing Sarah knows, she’s in San Francisco, pretending to be in love with Jared. Not that it’s a hardship. Once you get the man away from the office, he’s much more relaxed. Sweet. Funny. Even…thoughtful? Oh, and sexier than ever, of course.
Their pretend relationship turns very real, very quickly. Soon Sarah’s in over her head. Could what she and Jared share turn into something real? Or is it all actually…fake?
Excerpt Fake Date (Dating Series Book 2) by Monica Murphy
Sarah and I are sitting at the table for two like we belong together, and damn it, I’m going to be honest with her. Real. Raw. I haven’t done this since I was with Evelyn, and that was over ten years ago.
Meaning I’m a little rusty at this confess my feelings thing.
“What are you trying to say, Jared?” Her voice is soft, her blue eyes wide, her demeanor unsure. I keep her on edge, and she doesn’t like it.
She keeps me on edge too.
“I—like you.” Okay, that sounded lame. Like I’m confessing a middle school crush. “I care about you.”
She’s not going to make this easy, is she? Well, I guess she shouldn’t.
“I want to be with you,” I admit, my voice low.
Sarah leans across the table, her gaze falling to my lips. “What did you say? I’m not sure if I heard you right.”
Is she playing me for a fool? It did just get busier in here. A big group of kids just came in, and they’re all so damn loud, I can hardly hear myself think.
“I said.” I clear my throat and start talking louder. “That I want to be with you, Sarah. For real.”
The moment I started making my confession, the teens quieted, shushed by the adults accompanying them, and I’m fairly certain everyone in the damn Starbucks heard me say I wanted to be with her.
Talk about putting me on the spot.
She’s smiling. Grinning, really. “You don’t have to yell at me, Jared.”