A yacht with a jaw dropping gorgeous captain he can drop his “anchor” with me anytime.

Captain Blake Michael’s hand wasn’t the only thing I wanted to shake.

He reminded me of a romance book where men like this exist.

Feeling his eyes on my every move, set my heart on fire.

This mock wedding was for business entertainment, but tasting his lips against mine sent instant sparks with a slight panic attack.

Sipping my Shirely Temple, my mind flutters to the thought of consummating this “marriage”.

The hunger in his touch felt like the curves of my body melted into his hands perfectly.

Forget his wealth, he comes with a pre-started family… that little boy melts my heart.

My heart is sinking like the Titanic, this fake marriage isn’t working out for me.

I need this man for life.