Kissing booth

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Brock When we were kids she set up a kissing booth in our schoolyard. Even then, I wanted to buy a kiss from her, but she ran away in tears. Twelve years later, I come home to find her in my bed...fast asleep. It's just like Goldilocks, but with waves of long, dark-chocolate hair. Hell, I don't even want to blink in case she disappears. I didn't pay too much attention to my fairy tales. Did any of those bears get to the kiss the girl? Whatever, I'm not buying kisses these days. I'm all grown up now. There's hot blood pumping through my veins, and I take what I want when I want it. Hmm, come to think of it, I'm not in the market for kisses, but I could do with a fake fiancee. This time there'll be no running away, Sweet Dani Sabre...I'm claiming you for my own. Dani I know I shouldn't have taken that nap. I wake up to find a devastatingly handsome man watching me. Dark hair, ripped body and piercing blue eyes that smolder right through my soul. I thought he was going to get me fired from my cleaning agency, but instead he shocks me and asks me to be his fake fiancee in exchange for an insane amount of money. I'm not mad, so of course, I say, "Yes."