CHAPTER THREE
That night, Troy had trouble falling asleep. Thoughts of the dinner, particularly his fake fiancée, bounced around his head like Ping-Pong balls. When he could finally relax, dreams of chocolate ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and Cassie took over. Sweet dreams that morphed their way into sexier ones. She might be his opposite, but he hadn’t wanted to wake up and didn’t.
Except sleeping through his alarm meant he overslept and was late.
Not a few minutes late, either. An hour.
Troy bolted out of bed and into the shower. Less than ten minutes later, he ran to catch the Marina Express, bus number 30X.
He didn’t need to clock in, but he tried to get to the office early. The quiet meant he could get more work done before coworkers arrived and phones rang. He also liked
