I didn\'t mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire-it just slipped out.
Could Hutton French and I actually be right for each other, or is it all just one big tease?.
But the more time we spend faking it, the more I start to wonder.
Hutton doesn\'t want a real relationship, and I don\'t want to get hurt.
Because it\'s all for show, right? We\'re just role-playing.
Saying things-and doing things-we\'d never dare if we weren\'t pretending.
Undressing each other.
We practice kissing.
And we don\'t stop there.
He even suggests I move in with him to make the ruse more real.
Of course, I offer to set the record straight right away, but Hutton wants to give it a little time-the phony engagement will keep his matrimony-mad mother and every matchmaking granny in town off his back.
My little food blog is launched into the stratosphere.
We\'re front page news.
Our families are ecstatic.
Except that word of our engagement spreads like wildfire.
Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor- show up and play my fake fiancé for the night.
Lucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire.
In my defense, I\'d had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion.
I didn\'t mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire-it just slipped out
