Bartender with Benefits by Mickey Miller

My best friend’s sister.
A tiny white lie to get a loan.
A fake fiance?
And Clarissa wants more than just free drinks.
Good thing I’m the guy who can give her what she wants.
…as long as her brother doesn’t find out what we’re up to.
It was just a teeny tiny lie we told the loan officer.
“Together? Yes, we’re together.”
Now, Clarissa and I have to play like we’re engaged.
She’s doing me a huge favor—the bank won’t loan to me unless I have a partner.
Clarissa’s got her own requirements for holding up her end of the bargain, though.
She wants *benefits.*
And I mean more than just free Margarita’s on Saturday nights.
She’s heard about my ‘special ability,’ and not the fact that I make the best Martini in town.
So we make an agreement: No feelings, just sex.
Really really hot sex.
Did I mention this was during our very public, very fake engagement?
This is about to wrong in all the ways it can go wrong.
Luckily, I know a guy who makes a hell of a stiff cocktail.
I have a feeling I’m going to need one before this rollar coaster ride is over.