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“Is it a bad idea?” I say, not realizing my words aren’t just in my head.

“It’s a fake relationship,” Kenzie says. “I’ve never heard of anyone in real life needing something like this. But in all the movies the couples usually end up together.”

I laugh, tipping my head back at the thought of Miles ever falling in love with me. I mean, my track record isn’t really helping that fantasy either.

Kenzie pulls out her laptop and starts tapping away. I slide up next to her on the bed, leaning over to see what she’s looking up.

Miles Clark girlfriend.

The webpage is flooded with pictures of Miles and the woman next to him, who’s pretty much the opposite of me. She’s got rich dark curls and makes every dress she wears look like it was made for her.

“Yeah,” I say, forcing a laugh. “Love isn’t on the docket when you compare me to her.”

“What are you talking about?” Kenzie says. “You’re gorgeous. And you don’t even wear makeup. Not fair.”

“Yeah, tell that to the line of guys waiting out the door for me.” This time my sarcasm hits my chest.

“Just because you’ve dated crappy guys doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance of being with a guy like Miles.” Kenzie’s eyes light up.

“Weren’t you the one a few minutes ago who didn’t believe this whole thing?” Kenzie tries to speak but I put up a finger. “How about we focus on what I’m supposed to do instead of trying to convince me I’m compatible with the guy.” A small voice in my head worries that I might fall for him. With the afternoon we’d had, casual and fun, it’s a possibility on my end. That’s all I need: to be rejected by a billionaire.

My phone rings and I smile as I glance down at the number. Miles The Boyfriend. It’s probably better not to leave visual clues around that we’re fake dating, so this was the best I could get without letting my poor brain think this is real.

“Hey!”

“Hey Dani. I wanted to call and thank you for a fun afternoon. And to ask if you have time to go shopping this week? We forgot to hammer out those details.”

“Shopping? Like for clothes?”

Kenzie’s hands are up to her mouth in no-time to keep from screaming out and I’m grateful so Miles doesn’t hear.

“Yes, for clothes,” he says. “I figure if you’re doing this for me, you might as well be comfortable.”

My eyes focus on the computer screen, the fancy dresses the woman is wearing at events next to Miles.

“Yeah, so comfy.” How do they even keep all the body parts from popping out of those kinds of outfits?

“I’ll have Sonia, my personal shopper, help us out.”

Instead of continuing to repeat his words, I mouth them to Kenzie, who starts bouncing up and down on the bed, clapping her hands together.

“Okay, yeah, whatever you think is best.” Because honestly, I’m on par with Amelia from The Princess Diaries, pre-makeover. I’ll take any help I can get.

“Great, I have a light day on Tuesday. Will that work?”

I nod, forgetting that he can’t see me. “Um, yeah. That sounds great. I can work through lunch and be off around four.”

“Sounds good. I’ll pick you up then.”

No sooner do I push end when Kenzie yells and screams in excitement. I just sink back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. Maybe this whole thing is scripted by Ashton Kutcher for his Punk’d show. But I hope to end up on the good side of that one if it is.

CHAPTER8

Dani

Why did I train myself that it’s okay to be a procrastinator? It’s the morning of our shopping excursion and I’m trying to decide on an outfit that will be considered business casual and also work for an afternoon of shopping. With a personal shopper.

I still can’t believe Miles has one of those. And if I had some shred of fashion sense, it could be a fun career.

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