She was content with her life. Content with the apartment, with the few friends she kept close, and the enemies she kept even closer. She wasn't out looking for her so-called Mr. Right, or longing to pop out a few babies and read Parenting Magazine for tips on potty training the rug rats. And she certainly didn't pine to hear those seven words from her mother's mouth. And yet, every week, there they were. They'd become as routine as "how are you" or even "hello". In fact, sometimes they replaced both of them, being the first thing to come out of her mother's mouth.

When are you settling down honey?

Either that or the just as popular "When are you going to give me some grandkids?" That one made no sense, especially considering there were grandchildren. There were four to be exact.

Now was that issue of her sister's wedding. It wasn't going over too wheel that not only would she be the only Potter sister unmarried, but also she was 28, blasphemy in her backwards family. She turned off her computer, grabbing her jacket off the chair. And what did it matter if she spent the majority of her time in this building? That doesn't mean a thing. She'd find a date for this wedding. Even if she had to hire an escort.

"You actually want to do this?" She glanced up from her coffee at Jen.
"I asked, didn't I?"
"Fine. This is the number. Just ask for Leslie and tell her you got the number from me. She'll hook you up." Joey took the number from Jen and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you doll." Jen laughed.
"Whatever. I just want every last detail when this backfires on your desperate ass."

Joey looked up fro the latest campaign on her desk as the door opened and Emma came in.
"Miss Potter, there's a Mr. Witter here to see you."
"Send him in." She heard the door shut and looked up again.
"Miss Potter I presume." Her eyes scanned over his body, appreciating the view.
"Mr. Witter." He sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at her with a smirk playing on his lips. Repressed Corporate Women were always fun to free from their restraints.
"So what's this scam I heard about?" She looked over him.
"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend."
"You can't find some lackey on the payroll to do it for you?" Joey narrowed her eyes at him.
"I need a professional, smartass."
"Which I am. So, this scam on your family... it entails what exactly?"
"All the duties of a boyfriend..." She leaned back in her chair. "We leave Friday morning. We'll be gone for a week." He nodded. "So... any questions?"
"These duties, do they include sex?" She tilted her head to the side.
"No."
"No? Kissing?"
"Yes."
"Holding hands, all of that affection?"
"Yes," she said tersely, quickly becoming annoyed.
"Here's my theory. In order for us to seem like a couple, and pull it off, we'd need the sex."
"Just meet me at my apartment Friday at 7:30." She wrote her address on a piece of paper, handing it to him and handed him a check out of the drawer. "And here's half of your payment."
"$1500."
"You get the rest when we leave Capeside to come back." She went back to the campaign on her desk and he chuckled lowly.
"Not so fast. Stand up."
"Excuse me?" She shot him a look, obviously not liking the fact that she was being commanded.
"Humor me." She slowly stood up. "Before I even accept this check, I need to make sure it can even be pulled off." She put her hands on her hips. Where did this guy get off being so cocky? He was an escort for Christ's sake.
"Meaning?" He stood up and she stepped back as his body came into contact with hers.
"See that? You can't do that. Now come back here," he said, motioning with his fingers for her to come closer. She reluctantly did. "Close your eyes."
"Control freak," Joey muttered and he bit back a grin.
"Close. Your. Eyes." She did and he kissed her forehead.
"Is that all?" She asked, looking at him skeptically.
"Shut up and close your damned eyes." She did, if only to make him leave the sanctuary of her office sooner. He kissed her lips, feeling her resist it at first and then slowly give into him. He pulled back, looking at her with her eyes still shut and her lips slightly parted. "You passed." Her eyes shot open. "See you Friday Potter."