![]() ![]() Worth thinks I'm way too young and flighty for anything more serious than spending the week in his bed. He's also six feet of sleek, gorgeous silver fox perfection, and suddenly, it's not just his yacht I'm lusting over. Turns out, Jonathan Worthington isn't just a billionaire, he's funny and generous and a little bit of a control freak. When the real owner finds me and offers me a different job-being his fake boyfriend on a cruise through the British Virgin Islands to tempt Prescott to reveal his cheating ways-that's when I make my second mistake: I agree. How was I supposed to know he was the owner's cheating, gold-digging almost brother-in-law, or that I'd end up stuffed in a closet when the ship left the harbor? ![]() My first mistake was going home with the jerk at the bar, but in my defense, Prescott said he owned the Worthington-ninety feet of sleek, yachty perfection-and if I could get the chief mate's job, I'd have an excuse to stay on board and keep avoiding my family and my future. I didn't mean to stow away on the yacht, I swear. ![]()
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