This trip to Greece was supposed to be simple-play the part of the perfect boyfriend, soak up the sun, and help my best friend's billionaire boss survive his family's relentless questions.
I thought he would only be my ticket out of New York and away from the man whose dangerous secrets I stole.
But nothing about Percy Davenport is simple. He's a genius with a yacht and a private jet but can't handle turbulence or, apparently, telling his mother no. When I agreed to be his fake date for his parents' wedding anniversary, I didn't realize I'd also be signing up for two weeks of shared beds, whispered secrets, and way too many stolen glances.
Percy's handsome, brilliant, and shy enough to be completely charming, and pretending to love him feels far too real. Falling for him wasn't part of the deal, but neither was learning he's been burned by people too many times to trust easily-especially if you're a stranger carrying a pocket full of secrets.
Pretending to love Percy should have been easy. The hard part? Stopping myself from falling for real.
