The President My Lover: A Secret Baby Billionaire Romance

By Cassandra Dee and Kendall Blake

When I ordered a date from the website, I thought I knew what to expect.

But I never thought my gigolo would be the President of the United States!

Bridget’s had one too many bad dates. Desperate for one to go well, she decides to turn to the professionals – Gold Medallion Escort Services, a company that provides handsome men ready to satisfy your every craving.

President Robert Carter is up to his elbows in politics and business. He doesn’t have time to socialize, much less meet women like a regular guy. So when the opportunity to escort presents itself, the alpha seizes the chance … but he never expected to fall for the beautiful brunette with the sassy curves!

Hey Readers – Bridget meets her match in this story of a feisty girl and the American President. Get ready for a ride on Air Force One that'll make your cheeks (and panties) melt! Xoxo, Cassie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Feb 19, 2020

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The President, My Lover

~A Secret Baby Billionaire Romance~

By Cassandra Dee and Kendall Blake

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DEDICATION

To all the girls who dream of becoming First Lady.

This one’s for you!

NOTE FROM CASSIE AND KENDALL

Hi! Thanks so much for reading The President, My Lover. I hope you enjoy the steam between Bridget and President Carter!

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Love,

Cassie and Kendall

ABOUT THIS BOOK

The President, My Lover: A Secret Baby Dial-A-Date Romance

When I ordered a date from the website, I thought I knew what to expect.

But I never thought my gigolo would be the President of the United States!

Bridget’s had one too many bad dates. Desperate for one to go well, she decides to turn to the professionals – Gold Medallion Escort Services, a company that provides handsome men ready to satisfy your every craving.

President Robert Carter is up to his elbows in politics and business. He doesn’t have time to socialize, much less meet women like a regular guy. So when the opportunity to escort presents itself, the alpha seizes the chance … but he never expected to fall for the beautiful brunette with the sassy curves!

Hey Readers – Bridget meets her match in this story of an innocent girl and the American President. Get ready for a ride on Air Force One that puts the Mile High Club to shame! Xoxo, Cassie

TABLE OF CONTENTS

The President, My Lover

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

EPILOGUE

Sneak Peek: Pregnant By My Boss

Chapter One

Sneak Peek: My Boyfriend’s Boss

Chapter One

Chapter Two

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

CHAPTER ONE

Bridget

I slam the door behind me, unable to believe what just happened. Because I just got back from the worst date ever. And I mean, this doozy would make you laugh, vomit in your throat, and gasp all at the same time, it was that horrible.

Where to start? I flop on my couch, tossing my purse to the side while shucking off my high heels. Ouch, those hurt. But I wanted to look nice, so I put on a floral dress and heels, with a matching purse. True, details like these were often lost on guys, but my best friend Renee said that this guy Bryan would be hot. Like smokin’, irresistible hot, and I needed that desperately after a string of bad dates. I was ready to be swept off my feet, if only while staring into the deep blue eyes of handsome man.

But when I got to the restaurant, Bryan wasn’t there yet. Hmm, weird. I was ten minutes late and ashamed at making someone I’d never met wait. So it was weird that the guy was late because I thought guys always ran on time. But evidently, not Bryan with a y.

I took a seat at the bar, looking around, a little shy. It’s always been hard for me to sit alone in a public place. I’m the kind of girl who never goes to restaurants by myself, and even going to a movie by myself makes me feel lonely. Instead, I’d rather curl up at home with a good book and some bon-bons, diving into the world of Fabio romances where he inevitably whisks a highland princess off into the sunset. I know, my idea of a good time is boring, but I know what I like after so many years.

It’s just that after seven bad dates, I was desperate to feel attractive again. It’s like what my therapist says. You have to take chances, and putting myself out there once again would be painful, but ultimately, rewarding. Hopefully I’d find someone that I’d click with. So when Renee gushed on and on about Bryan, I’d eagerly agreed to meet him.

You’ll love Bryan, Renee enthused. "He’s tall. Like about six one and you know, his sister submitted him to Embellish Magazine’s Man of the Year contest and he won!"

I was impressed for sure, my eyes going wide. I’ve seen that contest before, and the guys who won were male model quality. So I leaned forward eagerly.

Sure, I’ll go, I said quickly. When? Don’t make me wait weeks because you know what happens if you correspond for a really long time before actually meeting. Someone goes out of town, or someone loses interest. It’s always inevitable. The sooner the better, I pressed.

Renee laughed.

Sure, I’ll see if he can do sometime this week, but I’m not your personal secretary, she scolded sassily. I’m just gonna hand him your email and say that you’re pretty free. I’m not going to schedule the actual date for you.

Of course not! I said quickly. And thank you so much, Renee. You know that the past couple dates I’ve been on have been completely, absolutely, disgustingly bad. So I totally appreciate it. I owe you one!

Renee burst into laughter on the other side of the phone call.

I know, Bridge. It’s been tough for you. And after you came back from that date with the guy who turned out to be eighty, I had to do something for my best friend. So have fun with Bryan, okay? It’s gonna be fun, she said with another laugh before clicking off.

But the date with Bryan had been bad. Worse than bad, it was godawful terrible, and I was surprised I’d made it out alive. Because we got off to an unpromising start from the very beginning. Although he was ten minutes late, the man swanned in like nothing was wrong, expecting the world to kow-tow at his feet. At least he was handsome like Bridget promised with dark brown hair and a cleft chin.

But looks only go so far, for men as well as women, because the moment he opened his mouth, I was utterly turned off.

Well, he said with a queenly air. This isn’t quite the place I expected.

I looked around. Sure, Hudson’s isn’t the swankiest place in New York City, but at the same time it was totally first-date appropriate. After being on the market for years, I know exactly how this stuff works. You have to pick a place that’s nice, but not too nice, otherwise you’re sending the wrong message. So no to McDonald’s, no to a five-star meal, but yes to a mid-level restaurant that had warm wood furniture, a happy hour crowd, and lots of strong drinks.

Um hi, I said tentatively, holding out my hand. I’m Bridget. You’re Bryan?

He nodded while taking my hand and giving it a limp, unenthusiastic shake. Unfortunately, the man’s grip was cold and a little damp, and I had to resist wiping my palm on my thigh afterwards. That would have been rude.

But Bryan plopped down like he owned the place, immediately grabbing the drinks list.

What do we have here? he asked, squinting his eyes at the small print in the dim light. Let’s see. Mojitos, yes. Cosmos, yes. Whiskey on the rocks? No.

Again, I didn’t know what to say at first because cosmos and mojitos aren’t exactly the most manly drinks. I’m used guys ordering bourbon straight or a pale ale of some type. Not something that came in pink or green with fruit flavors added.

Um okay, I said hesitantly. The grapefruit cosmos are supposed to be really good. In fact, I’m having one right now, I said, indicating the drink at my elbow. Do you want a taste before ordering?

He squinched his nose again. Again, Bryan was really handsome but his odd habits and gestures had a way of making him look like a jumpy rabbit.

No, he said flatly. I don’t like sharing straws, so no thanks.

I sat completely still for a moment, just looking at him. Was this guy for real? Were we in kindergarten or something? But things just went from bad to worse because when the server came around, he leered at her before ordering a mojito and a cosmo.

Make it quick! he ordered. I need my drinks.

And unfortunately, that sentence pretty much summed up Bryan’s approach to life. The guy was a raging alcoholic, and proceeded to guzzle non-stop for the hour we were together. He went through a couple more cocktails before ordering a seltzer water and then passing out on the bar.

What do I do now? I texted Renee in