On a Wednesday afternoon, Owen Masterson asks me to marry him.
I’ve never met the man before.
All I wanted was a job repackaging his image. He needs to ramp up his cool-factor to attract partnerships with better designers for his family’s department store. But he wants me to be his temporary trophy wife instead.
I need to get out from under my grandfather’s control and don’t really care how I do it. Honestly, I’ll rock the hell out of being a temporary trophy wife.
So maybe I’ll marry him for a year, even though he has no social skills and he’s a lot older than me. But I’m not going to fall for him.