Real Complications

Avery

I stabbed a piece of pancake, wondering how I'd gone from being a normal, professional assistant to whatever this was now. His sex toy? His fake girlfriend? Both?

"Has anyone else found out about our arrangement?" Declan asked suddenly, his voice casual as he sipped his coffee. His eyes, however, were sharp and calculating.

"No! Of course not." I lowered my voice. "I haven't told anyone. Wel