Fakers with Benefits (Crimson Club Book 2)

by Willow Dixon

“Yup.” Hurriedly, I stripped off my “It’s Britney, Bitch” shirt and tossed it into the corner that was currently serving as my hamper.

any (positive) mention of britney is a good sign.

Then came the familiar opening notes of “Toxic” by Britney Spears.

yes bitch!

“Make sure his friend waits outside,” I said as Vlado headed toward the door to the office. He threw me a look over his shoulder. “Want me to tell him you called dibs too?”

“Really?” He pulled a face. “How much is the pay?” “One thousand dollars a day, another five hundred per event you attend, and a fifty-thousand-dollar bonus if we’re successful.” He gaped at me. “You’re insane.”

I WOULD DIEEEEEE!!!!!!

Yes. People like details and cute stories. Did you hit on me? Or was I the aggressor? Was it an instant thing, or did one of us have to work for it?” I studied him for a beat. “You were totally the one who hit on me. I resisted, of course. But you wouldn’t be deterred. On your third visit, you gave me your card. I texted, and we started talking. I made you wait to take me out because I’m classy like that, but after a few weeks, we went on a date.

Because I need to know details if we’re going to fool people.” I rubbed my face. “Have you ever been in a relationship? You don’t seem to know a lot about them.”

yeah for someone who had a whole ass contract drawn up and everything... has zero idea how to fake date. smh.

“Some people bring their friends coffee as a way to say they care. Zane hands out weapons.”