It started with a thong.
A laundry mix-up sends Manhattan’s answer to Magic Mike and his sequined, studded thongs to my office. Fabio Zappa or “Fab” as he conceitedly likes to be called is a male **ahem** stripper/escort and is indeed fabulous. Too fabulous to be offering me, a penniless widow that’s double his age, a free night with the “full package.” Why would he offer to be the fake fiancé I desperately need to keep away my obnoxious rival that has always wanted to steal my company–and me on the side–after my husband died? Unless Fab is sent by said rival to spy on the secret deal that will save the company from him…
