Faking With Benefits - Lily Gold
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WANTED: Three fake boyfriends. Must be tall, handsome—and willing to teach me how to kiss.
My name is Layla Thompson, and I am undateable.
Seriously. I'm 28 and I've never had a boyfriend. And with my 30s rapidly approaching, I'm starting to lose patience.
Lucky for me, I have three best friends who are eager to help hone my dating skills. Zack, the rugged ex-rugby player. Josh, the sweet boy-next-door. And Luke, the silver-haired divorcee...who just so happens to be my old professor.
After a bad date leaves me crying on their shoulders, the three men are determined to help me find a guy. Together, they agree to be my "practice boyfriends" and come up with a lesson plan packed with fake dates, make out sessions, and classes on flirty texting. In return, I just have to make an appearance on their relationship advice podcast once a week. Easy.
But as my lessons become more and more intense, we soon find ourselves getting in too deep. Every "fake" touch lingers a little too long, and every "practice" kiss ends in fireworks. It's not long before I realize that their friendship isn't enough for me anymore. I want more.
The guys have been teaching me how to get a boyfriend, and now it's time I put their lessons to the test. Three times over.
My name is Layla Thompson, and I am undateable.
Seriously. I'm 28 and I've never had a boyfriend. And with my 30s rapidly approaching, I'm starting to lose patience.
Lucky for me, I have three best friends who are eager to help hone my dating skills. Zack, the rugged ex-rugby player. Josh, the sweet boy-next-door. And Luke, the silver-haired divorcee...who just so happens to be my old professor.
After a bad date leaves me crying on their shoulders, the three men are determined to help me find a guy. Together, they agree to be my "practice boyfriends" and come up with a lesson plan packed with fake dates, make out sessions, and classes on flirty texting. In return, I just have to make an appearance on their relationship advice podcast once a week. Easy.
But as my lessons become more and more intense, we soon find ourselves getting in too deep. Every "fake" touch lingers a little too long, and every "practice" kiss ends in fireworks. It's not long before I realize that their friendship isn't enough for me anymore. I want more.
The guys have been teaching me how to get a boyfriend, and now it's time I put their lessons to the test. Three times over.
