Faking It with the WRONG BROTHER

I’m attracted to the wrong brother.

The man I want is NOT the man I’m in a fake relationship with.

A chance meeting led to an offer I couldn't refuse.

No harm in pretending to date the young actor, I thought.

No one will care, and it will serve us both well.

But I was wrong.

Doing Alex a favor meant being around Ernest, his billionaire, handsome, charismatic older brother.

And witnessing his grumpy disapproval of Alex’s choices, and of me. 

Yet, it’s Ernest in my dreams.

Over six feet, broad shouldered and a tight butt.

With piercing blue eyes.

Judging me.

My body betrays me when he’s close.  

When we squabble, it's exciting and infuriating.

I want to wipe that smug look off his gorgeous face.

Or kiss him. Or both. 

But I can’t ruin Alex’s hair-brained plan.

Ernest is off limits.

Although I’ve caught him watching me…

I’ll have to somehow pretend Ernest doesn’t exist.

Which will likely be to my detriment.