ScarlettI haven't pretended to be my twin in years, not since we were kids, oh, and once in college. We looked more alike then, and it was easy and fun to fool everyone.

Now we're adults and chalk and cheese in appearance, temperament, and character, but my sister needs me to cover for her at work while she heals from a broken heart. And there is no way I'm saying no to her when she is this down and out.

Won't your boss notice?" I ask her. "Not even if you arrived in a bikini," she assures me.

So I agree to pretend to be her. Reluctantly, I also agree to drown myself in her insipid clothes, and take her place as PA to her charmless, saintly boss, Lucien Montgomery.

Well, her description made him seem quite charmless and he did sound that way on the phone too, but I'm in for a rude shock when I meet him in person. My sister never said he had the kind of looks you read about in a fantasy romance novel.

Tall, broad and dashing. Hell, the man is like a live panther, with blazing blue eyes that miss nothing.

I've only just got here and I'm already asking myself, how long can I carry on with this pretense?Not long. .

. especially considering I'm not wearing a bikini, but he's very clearly noticing all kinds of unsaintly things about my body.

A Full Length Standalone Office Romance. .