Mr. Hired Boss by Lindsey Hart

When a bad case of mistaken identity ends up with bringing the wrong guy home to mummy and daddy.
I met him right when I swore men off forever.
And proposed to him right there and then.
Pretend to be my boyfriend for the weekend.
And walk away with a bundle of cash.
It was the perfect plan.
He was Greek God Level Gorgeous.
Plus what made him the one… he was gay.
That would equal zero drama.
And zero worries about sharing my bed with a stranger.
See what I mean by perfect.
The absolute perfect guy to bring home to my parents for my sister’s wedding,
And thwart their crazy plans of always getting me hooked up with someone.
Except… my fake boyfriend does not feel so fake anymore.
His gazes make my knees go weak.
His every touch makes me go up in flames.
His kisses are like doors to heaven.
This is most definitely not what I hired him to do!