Cop's Fake Fiancée: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 46) Read online

  COP’S FAKE FIANCÉE

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 46

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  COP’S FAKE FIANCÉE

  Steven

  Cop’s live by a moral code. No gray area.

  So it’s no surprise that I turn blue in the face when my best friend’s daughter asks me to be her fake fiancé.

  But what is a surprise is that she’s not expected to make it past December if she doesn’t get treatment for a rare kind of cancer. It’s treatment she can’t afford.

  I’ve sworn to protect and serve those who can’t, but now I’m swearing at myself tossing and turning trying to figure out how to help her without compromising my integrity and career as a police officer.

  May

  I don’t know what to expect when I ask my my deceased dad’s best friend to be my fake fiancé. Sure, he’s a sexy older man and I’ve had a crush on him for years, but this doesn’t count.

  But what counts for him the most is honor, integrity, and helping others which is why I feel so bad asking this cop to compromise and make me his fake fiancée.

  But the closer I get to death, the more I know the only life worth living is a life with him. And the closer I get to him the more real this all feels.

  Steven

  I’m thinking of ways to help her out, but I never thought I’d actually develop these kinds of feelings for her. It’s just that she’s a young woman now, not just my cute little goddaughter anymore.

  When she tells me the first time she thought up this idea for our fake relationship she was hoping it could lead to another kind of first time, it’s that moment I know I’ve got to not only be her first, but her one and only.

  I’m a man who knows what he wants and I want to turn this fantasy into a reality and there’s only one way to do that…make her mine. Forever.

  *Cop’s Fake Fiancée is an insta-everything standalone older man younger woman romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  May

  I push open the door to the coffee shop and my eyes immediately find him.

  He’s in the corner, his back to the wall, and those piercing brown eyes of his lock on mine. His hands are steepled, his posture upright and his gaze intense.

  If he’s trying to look like a civilian he’s doing a poor job of it, not that I’d ever want him to look like anything he isn’t.

  And what he is is one of L.A.’s toughest cops. And to roam these mean streets you have to look even meaner and be prepared to deal with anything that comes your way, no matter the size of the threat.

  But size doesn’t matter when you’re already the biggest, baddest, lion in the concrete jungle. He strikes fear into bad guys and strikes a different kind of feeling inside women all over town.

  And it’s easy to see why. Everything about him screams alpha. From his well groomed beard that covers his square jawline right down to his thick neck and hulking shoulders.

  And his chest? It’s been famous for years. Ever since the L.A.P.D. picked twelve officers for their charity calendar years ago. At least half the ladies in town were stuck on January the entire year. Whoever put that calendar together knew the number one rule of publishing…lead with your strongest piece.

  And a piece of him is exactly what I’d always wanted.

  When I was in high school I suddenly had a whole lot of new “friends” once they found out my dad’s best friend was Police Sergeant Steven Shield. But I had an imaginary shield of my own, keeping the other girls back so I could have him all for myself. At least in my dreams that is.

  But only in my dreams is where he’s stayed these last few years. I haven’t seen much of him since my parent’s funeral. He calls to check up on me and I just might have recorded that deep baritone voice of his a time or two, but laying eyes on him is a different story. At least seeing him in the flesh that is.

  From time to time I, um, do pull out that calendar and have some me time with it, but since I went all the way to the East Coast for college that calendar is as close as I’ve got to getting a look at him…until now.

  And the man hasn’t changed one bit.

  He must
be, what? Forty-one now? I do the math in my head pretending like I don’t know his birthday off the top of my head. It’s the combination to the lock on my bike I ride to and from campus but the real combination is the one he’s holding to my heart, not that he knows it.

  Like a star struck fool, I’ve been saving myself for the only man I really ever had these kinds of feelings for. Even through four years of college living in co-ed dorms, going to events where alcohol was consumed, and knowing plenty of very attractive guys I was never tempted once. They just didn’t have that same “it” factor that he does.

  There’s just something about the way he wears that badge, not that most people would know. He keeps it fixed to his belt right on his hip bones which form that line on either side of his twelve-pack-abs and lead right down to the biggest prize of all. And oh is it ever big.

  How could I ever forget that time he got promoted and he and my dad got three sheets to the wind before deciding it would be a good idea to strip down to their underwear and jump into the next-door-neighbor’s pool?

  He had on a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and when he came out of that water I could see everything. Every single inch, and let’s just say I hope he had a permit for that thing because it was definitely a concealed weapon.

  It was after my junior year of high school, but there was nothing “junior” about his manhood. He was full grown and then some, and that image that shocked me at the time stayed with me all these years since, foolishly thinking maybe one day I’d get a chance to see it up close and personal.

  I’d lived the fantasy plenty of times. He’d push me up against the wall and tell me to spread ‘em and then he’d put that nightstick right in between my legs.

  Oh how I dreamed of that moment, but these last few weeks my dreams had turned to nightmares.

  And that’s what I was here to talk with him about. If there’s anyone on earth who can help me it’s him.

  But I know he’s not ready for what little ol’ me is about ready to propose.

  CHAPTER 2

  Steven

  I settle into the booth in the back giving me a good vantage point to watch the entire coffee shop before steepling my hands. After all these years of being a cop these things come naturally, completely on instinct.

  But the minute I see her through the glass approaching the entrance something entirely different comes naturally out of instinct, and it’s pointing skyward just like my fingers.

  My fingers curl and my hands clasp together and I bite down on my fist.

  Three words come to mind. De-lish-us! And it’s three words and not one because my brain is completely freezing up at the sight of her.

  Wow, has she ever grown up. It’s been a half a decade or more since I last saw her and I can immediately see exactly what I missed.

  She was a cute kid in high school, maybe a bit awkward. Not any more. The way she moves as she approaches…oh my god. Those childbearing hips swinging back and forth, but damn…I lean to the side trying to get a better angle at that juicy booty of hers.

  I quickly lean back and try to regain my composure as she pulls the door open.

  Childbearing hips? What in the world has gotten into my head to make me think of such a thing? I’m the eternal bachelor, not the guy who’s ever going to have kids. It’s not that I don’t like them or something, it’s just that in my line of work it makes no sense.

  A latchkey kid for a cop? That sounds like a recipe for disaster. Not to mention my line of work is unpredictable and the last thing I want to do is leave behind a widow and a child, or worse yet an orphan, which tragically is what she became after my best friend and his wife died. Damn, the thought of it still makes me angry. I miss that guy. He was a true friend. My best friend, and his wife was a real gem.

  But I never met a woman like his. I just don’t have any time for myself. My job is everything to me and it gets all my time. Being a cop isn’t a job, it’s a calling. And I’m on call 24/7. And you can bet I get calls at any and all hours here in L.A. Vegas or New York might be the cities that never sleep, but L.A. is definitely the city that never sleeps when it comes to crime.

  But the only crime right now is the thoughts I’m having about my buddy’s daughter. This just isn’t right.

  I try not to stare as she approaches, but damn…I’m a big guy and her chest is right at my eye level from my seated position. I never checked her out back when she was in high school, but I know for sure she was not filling out a sweater like this.

  I know she went east to study, but I didn’t know she graduated at the top of her class at the University of Hotness. How did she change so much?

  And why didn’t I keep in better contact with her these last few years?

  What’s wrong with me? I can’t be thinking about her this way. And she’s probably got a boyfriend anyways. The kids at school must be beating down her door.

  As she nears I slide out of the booth and start to stand, but quickly realize that’s not going to be a good idea at all.

  “Good to see you, May,” I say in kind of a half standing half sitting position. It almost passes as natural as I quickly sit back down hoping she didn’t see the rise in my Levi’s.

  And it’s not just a rise. I am in absolute pain. My groin feels like it’s going to explode just at the sight of her. It takes every bit of discipline I have, and I have a lot, to keep my eyes locked on hers. I want to just devour her with one look, but I don’t want her to think I’m a complete animal. Not that I ever was in my life up until about ten seconds ago.

  “Good to see you, Mister Shield,” she says. “You look so…fit.”

  “Thanks. You’re looking mighty fine, I mean fit, I mean did you find the place alright?”

  I’ve interrogated some of the toughest, craziest, cold-blooded killers you’d never want to meet, but this girl is causing me to stumble over my words like I’m completely tongue-tied. This has never happened.

  “Um yeah,” she giggles.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask as she settles in across from me.

  “I was the one who picked it,” she says.

  “Oh right. Well, sometimes Google maps is wrong you know.”

  “True, but I used to come here all the time. Did you get a chance to look at the—“

  “Two menus,” the waitress says.

  “Oh, that’s different,” she says. “Thank you.” She turns back from the waitress to me. “You used to have to order at the register.”

  “See. There you go. Things are always developing. I mean changing. You know new technology and all.”

  “Yeah, new developments,” she says. Developed isn’t even the right word. Neither is blossomed. It’s more like she exploded as in boom! As in she’s just a woman from head to toe now.

  And am I ever thankful this place has a waitress. There’s no way I can stand up right now. The situation in my pants has gone from bad to worse, or good to great depending on how you look at things. I have never been this hard in my entire life. So much for old guys losing a step.

  “How was college?” I ask.

  “Yeah, it was good. Thanks.”

  “That must have been fun. Surrounded by all those boys.” What’s wrong with me? It’s like I’m covertly digging for information about her personal life. I’m more of a come right out and say it, or ask it, kind of guy. But for some reason I’m using interrogation techniques on her right now. And I’m not exactly delivering them very smoothly. Call me Captain Obvious with the way I not so subtly telegraphed that deep dive for personal information.

  “Yeah, there were lots of boys, as you mentioned. But you know. Boys will be boys.”

  “I know all about that. Boys will be boys is probably responsible for half of my arrests if not more.”

  “Wouldn’t it be nice if guys were just more mature and acted grown up? It would be better for everyone.”

  “Well it might not be good for my job security, but yeah…the world would be a better place,” I say.
Is she insinuating what I think she’s insinuating? Why exactly did she call this meeting anyways? Is there something that she wants to tell me?

  I just want to cut through all the red tape and ask her straight away, but I can’t. I feel like there’s some sci-fi shield in between us that’s just flashing the words “best friend’s daughter” reminding me she’s completely off-limits, even though it’s very obvious she’s come into her own as a woman now.

  The waitress comes back and takes our orders. When May looks up to speak with her it gives me the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at her. Her body is…wow! But she looks so elegant in the way she smiles at the waitress. The way the light hits her eyes from the side really shows off her brown eye color. It’s brown like mine, but a lot lighter. And her skin looks so soft and creamy. And her hair might just be even softer. I swear I can smell it from here. Is that even possible? Am I turning into some kind of animal who’s on high alert for breeding season right now? It’s like all my senses are heightened and I just can’t get enough of her unless I can take her home right now and get all of her.