Bunking Up by Audrey Rush

The grumpiest, hottest server on the cruise ship wants me to be his fake wife?
My dream is to be on stage, but I’m more background scenery than a performer.
So when I accidentally become a jello monster in the middle of a show and the cruise director uses me as material for his comedy routine: my dream comes true.

Then shock dominates the theater: a stranger, with ocean blue eyes and a jaw stronger than a riptide, stands up for me. Me.
Imagine my surprise when I learn that my savior, Theo, thinks that it was a chore to defend me. How is it possible that the ultimate pessimist used to be a performer?

What’s even more confusing? He asks me to be his fake wife.
He has his reasons, and I have mine. I’ll be his fake wife until the end of his employment contract, as long as he prepares me for the entertainment team audition.
This is more of a lease agreement than a marriage contract. We’re roommates, not lovers.
I should feel good about this. We’re both getting what we wanted.
So why do I want this fake marriage to be real?