The Bear’s Fake Fiancée by Layla Silver

Ugh, this so isn’t happening.
I just met the most annoying man ever.
Annoyingly cocky, annoyingly protective, and annoyingly… gorgeous.
And my entire business depends on him.
Every time I’m around him, I seem to lose control of the situation.
I keep picturing us in compromising positions.
Which I’m seriously not interested in.
Because I can’t stand him. Honestly.
I’m a dating coach. I mean, I know what my perfect man is supposed to be like.
Certainly not like him.
My perfect man is not a player and doesn’t have this wild, feral look in his eyes.
And he certainly doesn’t have that primal, over-protective thing going on.
Just my luck that we have to pretend to be a couple at this event that I have to go to.
Just my luck that his sculpted body sends coils of hot magma slithering through me.
Just my luck that he has me to a point where my knees turn to jelly the minute I see him.
That if he pushed me against a wall and made out with me right now, I’d let him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It takes more than hard abs, powerful arms, and that musky scent to win me over.
So it’s a good thing that my mind’s made up.
Like I said, I’m not interested. It’s just not happening.
And that’s a promise.