The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend
"Though I admit, dragging a billionaire through a dusty East Side warehouse at dusk was not on my itinerary for today."
"Life is full of unexpected surprises," Tiffany quipped, turning around with two chipped ceramic mugs filled with steaming coffee. She handed one to him, their fingers brushing briefly in the confined space. The contact sent a sudden, electric jolt straight up her arm, making her breath hitch. She masked it instantly with a sharp smirk. "Drink up. We have blueprints to mark up before midnight, or Marcus Vance is going to have a field day tearing my sourcing schedule to shreds tomorrow."