Julie Kriss

My Fake Christmas Fiance Julie Kriss

Dear Wesley Kane, We are not getting married. I know we had to get engaged as part of our companies' merger plans, but a fake engagement is all I'll agree to. For business purposes. We are never, ever getting married. We have nothing in common. I'm the nerdy do-gooder girl with glasses and you're the playboy with a new woman on his arm every week. I'm not your type, and you're not mine. Okay, so you're incredibly gorgeous. And funny. And you keep giving me That Look. And you've ditched all your other girlfriends for me. And I've seen you in nothing but your boxer shorts, and I'm still thinking about it. Because...wow. We have to be married by midnight Christmas Eve, and the deadline is getting closer. It doesn't matter if you might be my dream guy. It doesn't matter if I'm falling for you-it's just a business deal. We are never, ever-Oh God, I just kissed you again