I’m too much for most men, but their loss. Because the one thing New York is missing is a boy of my own. But flying out to take a look can’t hurt, especially since the old friend who’s trying to get me to come on board with the company dangles that carrot in front of me: an all-expenses-paid weekend at a swanky hotel, sponsored by the kinky dating app, Cuffd. I’m happy where I’m at, content with my life in New York City, and have no interest in living in London. The job offer from a rival finance firm would have been an automatic no for me, if it hadn’t come with a kinky carrot. And Jules? Jules is definitely not Daddy material.
And third, because he’s trying to find me a Daddy. Second, because Jules is fabulous, and I most definitely am not. How do I know? First, because this is real life, not a romance novel. Secretly being in love with your best friend isn’t just dumb, it’s hopeless. That’s not just my way of sneaking in the chance to finally kiss his sweet lips before I find him the Daddy he needs. When your bestie is too shy to go after what he needs, the obvious answer is to drag him along as your fake boyfriend when you’re hired as entertainment at a swanky London hotel.
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