My Boss Paid Me to Be Her Fake Fiancé for a Week—Then She Begged Me Not to End It
ACT ONE — The Agreement My boss paid me to be her fake fiancé for a week. She said it at 11:17 on a Sunday night, standing in the doorway of a hotel room that smelled like cedar and expensive soap. Still wearing the dress she’d worn to her sister’s rehearsal dinner, she said, “I…
