Why You Should Never Kiss Your Fake Boyfriend

WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER KISS YOUR FAKE BOYFRIEND WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER… ERIN NICHOLAS Why You Should Never Kiss Your Fake Boyfriend Copyright 2023 by Erin Nicholas Text previously published as Just For Fun, by Erin Nicholas Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this book, with the exception of brief quotations for book reviews or critical articles, may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. ISBN: 978-1-952280-66-5 Editors: Lindsey Faber Cover artist: Najla Qamber, Qamber Designs Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar THE SERIES Why You Should Never… Kiss Your Boss (Ben & Jessica) Kiss Your Blind Date (Sam & Dani) Kiss A Grump (Mac & Sara) Kiss Your Fake Boyfriend (Dooley & Morgan) Kiss Your Ex-Husband (Kevin & Eve) Kiss Your Brother’s Best Friend (Ryan & Amanda) Kiss Your Ex (Shane & Isabelle) Kiss Your Enemy (Nate & Emma) Kiss Your Best Friend (Cody & Olivia) Kiss Your Roommate (Conner & Gabby) ABOUT THE BOOK… Wow, the kisses sure don’t feel fake… Morgan needs a date to some swanky something-or-other. Doug “Dooley” Miller is more of a fish-sticks-and-denim guy. But for a woman who’s not afraid to get naughty in an elevator at a charity fundraiser, he can stand a couple days of smoked salmon and Armani. With their chemistry there’s no doubt they can pull off a fake relationship. What could go wrong? It’s just a weekend. It’s just this one time. They just need to remember that in the end, they’re going in completely opposite directions. CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Why You Should Never… the series More from Erin About Erin Nicholas CHAPTER ONE * * * The sexy redhead who’d just stepped into the bar had been wearing far fewer clothes the last time he’d seen her. But there was no doubt that she was the woman responsible for the hottest night of his life. Dooley Miller turned back to the bar and picked up his beer. Well, shit. This couldn’t be good. “Hi, I’m looking for Douglas Miller. Do you know him?” Just as he would have expected, his friends and co-workers parted like the Red Sea. It wasn’t that Dooley didn’t ever have women looking for him or wanting to find him. But he’d never had a woman who carried herself with such smooth confidence and obvious sophistication looking for him. None of the guys in the bar had, for that matter. She was a whole different league. He dated nice women, beautiful women, sexy women. This woman was all of that times about ten thousand. Even the nice part. Though he doubted he was going to be seeing any of that in the near future. He took a final fortifying swig, sighed and swiveled on his stool. He’d known, from minute one with her, that she wasn’t actually a stripper. “Hi, Sugar.” “You’re already calling her Sugar?” Mac, one of his best friends, asked. Calling a woman Sugar did imply a relationship, after all. Though having hot sex in public and spending an hour in jail together probably didn’t constitute a relationship. “Sugar’s her name.” “Actually it’s not. It’s Morgan.” She put her hand on one hip and regarded him with a mixture of amusement and irritation. An interesting combination to pull off. Morgan. Something about knowing her real first name made him take a deep breath. “Sugar fits.” He took a drink of his beer as he watched her. God he could still remember the taste of her skin against his tongue. And the way she moved. And the way she sounded. All very, very sweet. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment, considering you don’t know me.” “I know some stuff.” Her cheeks got pink and her eyes narrowed. “I suppose you’re going to try to convince me you played baseball for the Arkansas Travelers.” He grinned. He’d known there was no way she’d recognize the name of his father’s favorite minor league baseball player, but he’d been sure she’d known it wasn’t his name. “You Googled me?” “I Googled, curious about the name you gave me. It didn’t sound totally made up.” They’d agreed to use fake names. He’d pulled his out of his head right away. When she’d paused, probably trying to think creatively through all the Kahlua, he’d suggested Sugar. He’d also mentioned it sounded like a stripper name. She’d grinned and said, “Perfect.” Even thirty minutes into knowing her, he’d been aware that the woman was far too high class to have ever set foot in a strip club. “So how’d you find me?” “You told me you were the CEO of St. Anthony’s Medical Center.” “Did I?” Crap, that had been dumb. “Lucky for me the actual CEO’s assistant immediately knew who I was talking about when I described you.” “You went to his office?” “He wants to talk to you on Monday.” Dooley lifted his beer. He was sure he did. “So—” she slid up onto the stool next to him, “—remember when you told me if I ever needed anything all I had to do was ask?” He looked over at her, truly taking in the details now. She was wearing a pantsuit. A nice one that even showed a little cleavage, but a pantsuit nonetheless. He preferred the cherry-red dress she’d worn to the fundraiser. The tight cherry-red dress that left her shoulders bare and clung to her curves. “I said that?” That really didn’t sound like him. “No, but it’s what you should have said.” She scowled at him. “Especially