The Lie

ANDREW<br> <p>Seven years ago, I took off my tux, slapped on a pair of secondhand jeans and walked away from my billion dollar inheritance.</p> <p>I guess I didn't walk far enough...</p> <p>Because yesterday my inheritance came back to me, and in order to claim it, I need find a fake fiancée to satisfy my family's billion dollar demands.</p> <p>That's where my tyrannical, uptight boss Nancy comes in—a royal pain in the seat of the secondhand jeans I've worn since the day I became her bartender.</p> Truth is: I've been lying for seven years.<br> I figure I can lie for one more weekend.<br> <p>But what I can't lie about is how I've started to see the usually buttoned-up Nancy in a whole new light. How I've started to notice how sexy she is out of those overly prim pencil...