Becky needed the money bad. Rent was due in two days and her account was almost empty. When her friend Sarah called and said she knew a guy who needed a fake wife for one weekend, Becky laughed at first. Then she heard how much he was paying. Five thousand dollars just to pretend to be married for three days at some fancy company retreat. She said yes before she could think twice.
Dave picked her up in a sleek black car on Friday afternoon. He was thirty-two, tall with broad shoulders, dark hair, and a deep voice that made her stomach tighten. He looked like the kind of man who always got what he wanted. They drove to the luxury hotel where the retreat was happening, and he explained the simple rules on the way.
“We act married in front of everyone. Hold hands, smile, kiss when it makes
