Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club, #1)

by Claire Kingsley

“I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the moment you stepped out of that car in that goddamn red dress. And I’ve fallen a little bit more in love with you every day. I should have told you a hundred times, but I’m an emotionally stunted robot.” I laughed softly. “No, you’re not.” “I really am,” he said. “From the very beginning, I was fighting my attraction to you. Do you remember the first night we slept in bed together?” “Yes.” “I barely slept because all I could think about was how beautiful you were. How good you smelled. I kept wondering how I’d worked with you for years, but I’d never really seen you. But I know exactly why. I didn’t let myself see you. Not because you worked for me, although that was part of it. But mostly because deep down, I knew if I did, I’d fall for you. And that fucking terrified me.”