A hot neurosurgeon for a cold Christmas party. Sounds like a perfect fake date, right? Wrong.
I'm his intern. I knew it was wrong to spread my legs for him. But I did it anyway. I was supposed to hand him scalpels. Instead, I handed him my V-card on a silver platter. It should've been a one-time thing. Except that now, I want more. I want to pretend to be his fiancee. Take him to that fancy party. A party where secrets will come out. Mine will too.
A secret that I'm carrying in my belly... His little surprise gift.