So we’re engaged. Sort of.He just needs his family to think it’s real.No problem. I’ll play along. How hard can it be?But pretending isn’t supposed to feel this good.And now I can’t help wanting him for real.My old roommate used to help me pay the rent. Now the only roommate I have is my orange tabby, and despite everything I’ve done for him, that jerk has never paid me a cent.So when my landlord knocks on my door, I brace myself for an eviction.Instead, he makes me an offer. I can stay for free, as long as I pretend to be his fiancée. He says it’ll make his sick mom happy.Raphael Holt is wealthy, handsome and has dazzling green eyes that makes me want things I don’t even understand. He lights an unfamiliar fire inside me.So I say yes.But none of this is real. There’s no way someone like him could actually want to be with a penniless virgin like me. Not when he could take his pick from any of the single girls in the city.I’d only get my heart broken if I believe any of this is real. And I might lose my home, too.So I’ll play along. I’ll be the perfect fake fiancée and nothing more.I can resist that cocky smirk, that lustful stare, and that dirty mouth. I can ignore the way his deep voice sends a chill down my arms every time he says my name. Of course I can.