‘You’re dumping me?’
Dan shifted his eyes briefly from the road to glance across at her, a mock grin on his face. Because of course this was some kind of joke, right?
Emma simply looked back at him, her brown eyes serious.
‘Well, technically, no,’ she said. ‘Because we’d have to be in a proper relationship for me to do that, and ours is a fake one.’ She put her head on one side. ‘If it’s actually one at all. To be honest, it’s more of an arrangement, isn’t it? A plus-one agreement.’
He’d never been dumped before. It was an odd novelty. And certainly not by a real girlfriend. It seemed being dumped by a fake one was no less of a shock to the system.
‘It’s been good while it lasted,’ she was saying. ‘Mutually beneficial for both of us. You got a professional plus-one for your work engagements and I got my parents off my back. But the fact is—’
‘It’s not you, it’s me?’ he joked, still not convinced she wasn’t messing around.
Dear Reader
Doesn’t time fly? I can’t believe this is my fourth book. I’m as excited as ever to be writing for this fabulously fun, modern and flirty series, and I’m still pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming!
Talking of flirty … We’ve all had times when the dating game seems more trouble than it’s worth—I know I have. In that kind of situation wouldn’t it be great if you had a person on the end of the phone who could fit the bill as your date, no matter what the occasion? Someone who would always step up to the plate, make the right impression and never let you down or show you up? Wouldn’t that make life easier?
Just as long as you don’t fall in love with your perfect platonic plus-one, of course. Imagine the mayhem that could cause. Especially at a big family occasion where good impressions really count.
I’ve had so much fun playing around with these ideas while writing this story, and I hope you will have a lovely time reading it too.
Love
Charlotte x
The Plus-One Agreement
Charlotte Phillips
CHARLOTTE PHILLIPS has been reading romantic fiction since her teens, and she adores upbeat stories with happy endings. Writing them for Mills & Boon is her dream job. She combines writing with looking after her fabulous husband, two teenagers, a four-year-old and a dachshund. When something has to give, it’s usually housework. She lives in Wiltshire.
This and other books by Charlotte Phillips are available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk
For Gemma, who makes my day every day.
With all my love always.
Contents
ONE
Q: How do you tell your fake boyfriend that you’ve met a real one and you don’t need him any more?
A: However you like. If he’s not a real boyfriend, it’s not a real break-up. Hardly likely that he’ll start declaring undying love for you, is it?
Chance would have been a fine thing.
This Aston Martin might fly before arm candy addict Dan Morgan developed anything more than a fake attraction for someone as sensible and boring as Emma Burney, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t given it time. Getting on for a year in his company, watching an endless string of short-term flings pout their way through his private life, had convinced her she was never going to be blonde enough, curvy enough or vacuous enough to qualify. In fact she was pretty much the opposite of all his conquests, even dressed up to the nines for her brother’s art exhibition.
She glanced down at herself in the plain black boat-neck frock and nude heels she’d chosen, teamed as usual with her minimal make-up and straight-up-and-down figure. Romance need not apply.
She did, however, possess all the qualities Dan wanted in a supportive friend and social ally. As he did for her. Hence the fake part of their agreement.
An agreement which she reminded herself she no longer needed.
Not if she wanted to move forward from the suspended animation that had been her life this last year. Any residual hope that what was counterfeit between them might somehow turn genuine if she just gave it enough time had been squashed in these last few amazing weeks as she’d been swept off her feet by a whirlwind of intimate, luxurious dinners, expensive gifts and exciting plans. What was between her and Dan was now nothing more than a rut that needed climbing out of.
She watched him quietly for a moment from the passenger seat of his car, looking like an aftershave model in his dark suit and white shirt. His dark hair was so thick there was always a hint of spike about it, a light shadow of stubble lined his jaw, and his ice-blue eyes and slow smile had the ability to charm the entire female species. It had certainly worked on her mother, whose ongoing mission in life was to get Emma and Dan married off and raising a tribe of kids like some Fifties cupcake couple.
Perpetuating her gene pool was the last thing Emma wanted—a lifetime in the midst of her insane family had seen to that. Having Dan as her pretend boyfriend
