My Sweet Fake Fiancee (Forbidden Fantasies #23) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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“I know enough.” Her eyes flicker at me. “I know that scotch must be 40% alcohol by volume per regulations, and that it must be aged in oak barrels for at least three years. But that scotch you have there is very special because it’s aged in a fine oak barrel for almost four decades. Did you know that? That’s a seriously incredible drink you’re downing.”

I’m blown away. Sexy, articulate, intelligent, and a whiz on scotch too? Who would have guessed? Clearly, the agency wasn’t kidding around when they said she was their best. In fact, I already know that Sansa will make the perfect fake wife. I won’t inform her yet of my intentions though, because something’s telling me that there’s more. I want to continue this date and see where things go naturally.

“Have you tried Bowmore Gold before?” I ask. She smiles.

“Yes, but it’s rare because my job doesn’t pay that much,” she giggles. I seize the opportunity and slide my glass across the bar to her.

“Here, give it a go. Anyone that knows that much about Bowmore should get to have the experience of savoring it.” Sansa wastes no time taking me up on my offer and sips the drink sweetly. I watch, mesmerized, as her lips touch the rim of the glass before swallowing. Then, that pink tongue slips out, licking the last few drops from her lips. Shit, I’m a total goner and it’s only been five minutes.

“It’s perfect,” she murmurs throatily with her lashes fluttering a bit. “I can feel the warmth moving down through my throat and chest. Very powerful.” Her body wriggles as she focuses on this sensation, and then she lets out a soft moan. Bolts of energy shoot through my body, and I become hard, just watching her sip the drink.

“I’m glad you like it,” I growl. Holy fuck, this woman is over-the-top but in exactly the right way. How did I get so lucky?

Meanwhile, we continue to chat and the rest of the night goes off without a hitch. I’ve practically forgotten I’ve hired her for the evening, not to mention my ultimate goal. But as the night comes to an end, I remember. To my surprise, I’m a bit reluctant to even bring up the idea. This woman deserves better because Sansa deserves a real proposal, and not a sham. But I’m a man on a mission, and I always get my way, if nothing else.

“So sweetheart,” I begin coolly, placing a big hand on her thigh. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together tonight.”

She giggles, cheeks flushing.

“Good Brent, so have I,” she breathes.

Then I move my hand a bit higher up her thigh, savoring the soft, sweet flesh. “I can’t help but wonder if you provide other accommodations to your clients?” I ask in a low tone. “I heard that City Girls is full service?” Her eyebrows lift and she coyly speaks.

“What do you mean?”

I shift a bit in my seat, my body already rock hard.

“Well, I have a room upstairs,” I say in a low voice. “And I’d love to show it to you, if you’re interested.” When Sansa responds, her voice is husky.

“I’m very interested,” she says. “But my other services come at a very high price, and they’re only available for my best customers.” She shoots me an impish grin. “Does that bother you?”

I don’t even hesitate. I pull out my phone and transfer a quick ten grand to City Girls. Then I look up.

“Sweetheart, I just made a five figure payment on your behalf. Would that be enough? Just tell me if you need more.”

Her mouth opens for a moment in surprise, but then she nods quickly.

“It’s enough, Brent,” she murmurs while slipping off the seat and taking my hand in her soft one. “Why don’t you show me your room now? I’m very interested in the view.” With that, we make our way to the elevators, and goddamn it, but I forgot to ask her about the fake fiancée thing again. But you know what? I don’t care because there’s time for that after I’ve sampled the gorgeous Sansa Roberts.

3

Sansa

As I step out of the elevator and follow Brent to his room, I’m in a daze. Of course, I’ve slept with clients before and have even been excited to do so. But the difference is that I genuinely want Brent right now. There’s something about this man that’s utterly magnetic, from those piercing blue eyes that know everything to the mobile mouth that’s too sensual for a man. He’s charming, witty, and far too handsome to be using an escort. So what does he want?

Honestly, I expected tonight to simply be an hour or two spent sharing drinks at the hotel bar. My manager told me the client tonight specifically requested the “girlfriend experience,” which usually means they want to talk. I know, it sounds like a man is ordering sex when they put in that particular order, but it’s not true. More often than not, they want to feel cared for. They want someone to listen to them, who gets them and who replies in a sympathetic and empathetic manner. As a result, I was expecting an evening full of heartfelt sharing before saying our goodbyes for the night.


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