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My boss wants me to submit to his every command.
I made the mistake of dating my older, hot, cocky boss.
Will being his good fake little pet ruin my life?
I can’t get over her, but can I persuade her to accept my way of life?
Eileen has the body of my dreams.
Will having her in my life ruin her own?
Fake Pet is a full length standalone novel. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers
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It was my third date this month that made me decide to adopt a dog. I had tried, for years, to find the love of my life, my soulmate, my husband, but every single relationship I had ended quickly or never even got off the ground. Most of the time I found myself having trouble even finding dates.
After getting ghosted—by one of my bosses no less—a few months ago, I decided to try a matching website on the internet. There were plenty of pictures of nice men to look at and I tried not to dwell on the heights they listed in their profiles but ignoring them was hard. I chatted with possible candidates and went on dates—lots of dates. Each one was a bigger failure than the last.
This date was the final straw. It wasn’t that the man suggested something lewd, in fact, he barely said two sentences to me. He just looked me up and down and said: “So, you’re really that tall!” Then, leaning closer, he whispered: “I bet your legs are super long.”
And that was it. That was all I could stand of men.
I got those kinds of comments all the time. It was hard to be a six-foot-tall woman. Dating was especially miserable; the available men were almost always shorter than I was and the comments I got, well, they were just unnecessary.
After the date was over, I called Reese, one of my best friends, and told her of my decision to adopt a dog. She was thrilled.
Reese had just recently married Kane McKenzie, who was our head boss and CEO at McKenzie Technologies where we both worked in accounting. Although, Reese didn’t work in accounting with me anymore, we still talked as much as possible. She was now the head of McKenzie’s philanthropy department and did a lot of fundraising. Her particular interests centered on helping fund animal shelters. A cause that was near and dear to her heart.
She offered to meet me immediately, whisked me away in her private limo—Reese had moved up in the world—and took me to a local shelter.
And That’s how I got Mr. Pugsly.
I was delighted with my new companion as Reese and I made our way upstairs in my semi-posh apartment building, which had white walls and real wooden floors, and I unlocked my front door. The two of them followed me inside. My new dog started sniffing at the living room furniture and I enjoyed the way his toenails tapped on the polished floors.
Reese and I went to the kitchen part of my well-lit, open floor-plan apartment to make some coffee. I smiled at Reese, but she frowned back at me. Her blonde eyebrows pulled towards each other and she touched the diamond pendant on her neck. It was a gesture that indicated she was nervous.
Mr. Pugsly wasn’t exactly Reese’s first choice for a pet. The black pug lived up to his name; he was ugly, with one missing front leg, an awkward face, and a torn ear. The little fella had a rough life before he ended up at the animal shelter and it showed.
I thought he was adorable.
With a bark that sounded more like a croak, he jumped up onto my tan leather sofa and made himself at home. Routing around in my throw pillows, the pup made himself a nest and settled in to observe Reese and me staring at him. He eyed us with caution.
Reese frowned at the pug again. “You really have a good heart, Eileen,” she said. “I don’t think any one else was going to take him. He probably would have been put down in a few days.”
I shrugged and looked down at my friend—Reese was only five-foot-eight, a respectable height for a woman.
“He and I can be oddities together,” I told her.
Reese frowned and took a quick sip of the cup of coffee I gave her. Her eyes never left the pug.
“Your dates this month went that bad?” she asked. Her tone indicated that she couldn’t believe it.
“Oh yeah. The guy before this one was barely five-two; I could have carried him out the door.”
“He had the balls to say that I was the perfect height for him because my tits were at his eye level.”
Reese snorted a laugh. She choked a bit on her drink, and I had to hand her a napkin. As my friend wiped her face, I strolled into the living room and sat with my new dog. Pugsly huffed a bit but calmed under my hand as I scratched his forehead. The poor thing’s face was a bit off, one side of his jowls hung a bit longer than the other.
Reese took a seat in the club chair next to us and balanced her coffee cup delicately on her knee.
“Eileen?” she hesitantly asked. “I’m not sure if you want to talk about this, but what happened with Ray? You two seemed so happy in January.”