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Pretend For Daddy

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B.B. Hamel

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She wants my help… I want a wife.
We’re a match made in heaven.
At least until I change the deal… And demand a baby instead.

Ruby drifted into my life like a gorgeous mystery: no history, no background, nothing. She was a ghost but I kept her around anyway. Sensual, pouty, way too sexy for her own good… I gave her a job and kept an eye on her.

And then she brought trouble like wild fire.

Fortunately, I’m not the kind of man that turns away from a challenge… and I love to turn a bad situation around to my benefit. She needs help and I want a wife, so it’s time for baby girl to wear my diamond ring.

I’m a demanding man… a tough man to please… but Ruby better get to work. If she wants my protection, I need a perfect little wife… willing to do whatever I please, whenever I need it.

At first she’s just a new toy, the kind that makes my blood pulse and a growl escape my lips.

But that changes fast. Now I want even more and I know she’s willing to give it all up.

If she wants my help… she’d better give me a baby.

Get ready for a wild ride! This one has steam galore, it has excitement, it has everything you could ever want from a dirty, fast-paced book! It’s over the top and super hot, so if you’re not into bad boy bosses that take what they want and defend their love with everything, this might not be for you. Otherwise, get ready! There’s no cheating, no cliffhanger, and it features a happily-ever-after. Enjoy!

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I yawn and stretch and dig myself deeper into the little nest I’ve built for myself on my boss’s couch.

It’s a little past five in the morning. I know he won’t be here for at least another hour, maybe more if I’m lucky, but I can’t press my luck. I sit up and rub my eyes, exhaustion sitting heavy in my skin.

I look around blearily for a second. The room is large, dominated by a huge wooden desk. Bookshelves line the walls and a little bar is tucked into the corner, Mad Men style. The couch I slept on last night is covered in blankets and some of my discarded clothing, and I’d better get it back into shape before he arrives.

Knox will kill me if finds me here.

I don’t know my boss that well. I mean, I’ve been his secretary for a year now, but he keeps to himself. He’s reserved but not quiet and has this strange, almost magnetic quality about him. He’s a dominating presence and almost hard to be around, at least too closely.

He’s also the most handsome man I’ve ever met. He looks more like a movie star than a business person. Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d guess that he’s a male model.

That doesn’t change the fact that he’s strict, and if he knows I slept on his couch without permission…

I’d probably get fired.

And I can’t afford to get fired right now.

I stretch and let the blanket fall down. I’m wearing only a thin white t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts. They’re a little too small for me now, which is why I only wear them to sleep. I glance at the floor where my jeans are tucked away beside a sweatshirt, and I know I should pull them on, but I’m still barely awake.

Getting fired would be the worst thing in the world. Not because of the money, which would be bad enough.

But right now, I’m not safe anywhere… except right here.

I clench my jaw as I remember what I saw last night when I got home. Knox had me working late, like always, and when I finally got back to my tiny little apartment over a bakery, the smell of bread already starting to fill the space, I nearly screamed.

Everything was ripped apart.

The couch was torn to pieces, my kitchen trashed, my bedroom ransacked. Nothing was stolen…

But everything was destroyed.

Staring at the mess, I knew what it meant.

I just knew.

It was a message.

So I got out of there. I ran as fast as I could and came to the only spot I thought might be safe.

That’s how I ended up on my boss’s couch last night.

I barely slept. I kept waiting for the guys that broke into my apartment to find me half-naked, curled into a little ball, snoozing on my boss’s couch.

That didn’t happen, obviously.

I groan and put my hand on my head.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t go home. I got away with sleeping on the couch for one night… but for two?


I’m a mess, I know it.

I stand up, ready to put my pants on, when I hear a noise. I’m not sure what it is at first, but then I hear it again.

Someone humming.

Fear lances through me. I practically dive for my pants, but it’s too late, I know it’s too late. I grab them, shove my feet in the holes…

And promptly fall over. My shoulder slams into the floor and I let out a groan of pain. The humming gets closer… and the door opens.

My boss, Knox Reed, gorgeous beyond sensibility, rich beyond my wildest dreams, stares down at me with an almost bored expression.

Slowly, he switches on the light.

I’m lying there on my side, pain in my shoulder, pants down at my ankles, and I just freeze. I stare up at him in total, abject terror.

But he doesn’t look angry. Instead, his eyes roam my body. I feel my skin flush, red coming to my cheeks, as his eyes linger on my skin. It takes me half a second to realize that my shirt came halfway off in my tumble. Fortunately, it’s covering my breasts…

But barely. And of course I don’t have on a bra.

“You’re going to have to explain to me why you’re lying half naked on my floor,” he says finally after an agonizingly long silence.

The barest hint of a smile flashes across his lips.

“I swear I have a good reason,” I manage to say.

“Go ahead.”

I roll over onto my butt and look at him for a second. “Can I, uh, get dressed first?”


I don’t know what to say. He’s staring at me with this look in his eyes and he’s clearly amused…

But he also clearly likes what he’s seeing.

“I, uh—”

“I’m kidding,” he says softly. “You can put your pants on.”