Chapters (38)
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- Copyright
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
- More Books by Meghan
“Great.” I smile, knowing damn well it’s the fakest smile I’ve ever concocted. “Can’t…can’t wait.”
She gestures to the conference room. “Now, let’s get back to work, shall we?”
Back to work?
Does she really think I can get back to work after I just sabotaged my own world?
I’m lucky I haven’t fainted from the anxiety driving through me, because I just agreed to a marriage counseling appointment with my boss’s husband. With a nonexistent person who needs to materialize in, oh, about twenty-three hours’ time.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Yeah, work, yay,” I say with a fist pump to the air. “Love the work.”
She smiles softly. “Good, because us girls have to stick together.” She offers me a wink and then walks back into the conference room.
Well, fuck. I got what I wanted. I became buddy-buddy with my boss in an instant.
But the cost will be hefty…finding a husband by tomorrow.
Chapter Two
SCOTTIE
“Something strong,” I say, setting my purse on the bar top and sliding onto a leather barstool.
“Yikes, what happened to you?” Mika, my best friend, asks as he places a napkin and a bowl of pretzels in front of me.
I lean on the counter and say, “I had the worst day of my life.”
The only thing that can take this headache away is a flammable drink and a night at Stockings—the best gay bar in town with drag shows every weekend. I became addicted to coming once I found the place back in college, especially on the weekends. Not only are the drag shows fire, but I love the aesthetic of the bar. Concrete floors, black walls, and pantyhose everywhere. All shapes, all sizes, all colors. They dangle from the ceiling, they’re framed on the wall, and they’re the curtains for the drag show.
Looking for a good time, come to Stockings; you won’t be disappointed.
Mika winces as he starts filling up a tumbler with alcohol—not even sure what kind, but I don’t care. I’ll take whatever I can get. “Did Chad forget multiple commas this time?”
“I wish.” I toss my hands up in the air just as someone slides onto the stool next to me.