The quiet, nice guy.

He wasn’t the type to fuck around for fun. He wanted lifetimes and eons from a woman. Wren wasn’t that girl. But she sure wouldn’t mind getting in between the sheets with him. He had to be hung like a horse, he was so big and sexy, and Lord, she was hot. Fanning herself, she looked around her office and let out a breath. It had been a long six months without sex. Since she felt dirty getting a dick inside of where her child was growing, she hadn’t gotten any in a while. Add in the fact that her kiddo slept on her bladder, and it was easy to say Wren wasn’t the nicest girl to approach. She needed ice cream, some dick, and a back rub like none other. Alas, she was single, pregnant, and probably out of ice cream.

Reaching for a pen, she wrote on her notepad to pick some up on her way home. Though, both she and the notepad knew that wasn’t going to happen. When she left work, she went home and went to bed. She was exhausted all the time, and she wanted nothing more than an ice cream delivery service. Maybe the ice cream man could be sexy and have great hands… Wow, that was a porno waiting to happen.

She should write that down.

Before she could, though, her cell phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she groaned when her mother’s picture popped up. She loved her mother more than life itself, but lying to her was taking its toll. And twice in one day, crap.

“Hey, Momma.”

“Hey, Wren, are you almost done for the day?”

“Nope, got lots to do before I head home.”

“Oh, well, I’ll be quick, then.” She cleared her throat as Wren leaned back in her chair, running her other hand along her rounding belly. It was like one day she woke up, and it was there. She had been thick, but nothing was popping out of her. That wasn’t the case anymore, and if she were smart, she’d jump on either not going to the wedding or finding a fake husband.

Lord. She was in a mess.

“Two things. Are you sure you can’t come a week or two early before the wedding?”

Wren groaned. “Momma, I told you, I’ve got so much work.” Lie. “And the flights are expensive.” More lies. “And I have to watch Vaughn’s dog.” That was straight pulled from her ass. “And yeah, I don’t know.”

“Wren, it’s your brother’s wedding. He needs us.”

“Hire someone,” she suggested for the nine hundredth time. “There is no reason for you to be doing this.”

“I want to.”

“Well, then you hire people to help you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re being a brat.”

Wren closed her eyes. She was always the brat. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so busy.”

“I know,” her mother said as an exhale. “It’s annoying.”

Wren laughed. “Sorry.”

“If you can pull it off, please try.”

“I’ll try,” she lied. “But don’t get your hopes up.”

“I won’t,” her mother promised. Though, Wren knew she would probably start looking for flights and buy her one. Damn it. “Also, Shanna came by.”

Wren squeezed her eyes shut. “Man, I’ve been meaning to call her.”

“Wren, she’s been your best friend since you two were little. I don’t understand what is going on.”

“Mom, I’m swamped here.” Wow, the lies were pouring out of her like water. “Since I got my bonus, they’ve been working me to death.”

“She’s your best friend.”

And also the sister of the fucking douche who didn’t want her baby.

“I know. I’ll call her.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” she tried, her face scrunching up as the tears welled up in her eyes. She was the biggest liar ever, and there was a special place in hell just for her. Damn it.

“Oh! One more thing—”

“I thought the last thing was the last thing.”

“No, listen, are you bringing someone?”

Wren let her head fall to the desk. “I don’t know.”

“It’s tragic to show up alone.”

Shaking her head, she pulled her brows together. “I don’t care.”

“Lord. My daughter, the spinster.”

“And proud of it. Okay, I gotta g—”

“Try to find a date?”

“Mom—”

“Please. For me.”

“Mom, really? I don’t need a man.”

“I know, but I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Please.”

“Ugh, okay.”

She was pretty sure they both knew that was a lie too.

While her mom just assumed she wouldn’t bring anyone, Wren actually would be bringing a husband.

If she could find one.

Why was Jensen’s face in her head?

Shit.

“How much?”

Wren’s eyes widened at the six figures the lady quoted over the phone.

“And that covers just the week?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, does he have a golden cock? Can I use said golden cock for the whole week?”

When the lady laughed, Wren felt like she must have thought Wren was joking.

She wasn’t.

“No, ma’am. If you would like to have intercourse, it’s up to the escort’s discretion how much he charges.”

“Can I at least look at it? Maybe fondle it?”

Her laugh was a lot more curt this time. “No, ma’am.”

“Hmm. So, I’m paying for what, then?”

“A husband. He’ll schmooze your family, he’ll act like you hung the stars and the moon. Everyone will be completely convinced. I’ve seen this guy at work. He’s gorgeous and one hell of an actor.”

Covering her face, Wren scrunched up her lips. “And if I need him later, for different events?”

“We’ll have to check his schedule, and future events will have different rates.”

“More money.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And no golden cock.”

“No, ma’am.”

This was not her life. She was not on the phone with an escort company, trying to get a husband. This was ludicrous. Was she really this desperate?

Yep. She was.