Sexy AF: A Limited Edition Steamy Contemporary Romance Collection

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Dreamy Shawn by Karine

Fake dating a movie star…

Shawn McCall, a sexy, flirtatious Hollywood movie star loved by millions of fans, had just been dumped by his actress girlfriend on national television.

Me, I was just a yoga teacher, struggling to make my studio thrive, and recently left by my ex-boyfriend, like so many before him.

Shawn and I met in surprising circumstances. I won a dinner date with him for a contest that I did not even enter myself.

Shawn had a reputation for flirting with all the women, and at that dinner, he was no different with me. He even tried to kiss me and wanted to see me again.

I turned him down. But that didn’t stop Shawn.

He came back to my place with a proposition: to be his fake girlfriend for three months. He wanted to get back at his ex, and I needed the publicity for my yoga studio.

So I accepted.

But being his fake girlfriend had its share of problems, between Shawn’s determination to rehearse being madly in love, my fear of falling in love with him, and his fans not wanting us together.

Could our fake relationship blossom to something more, or was it not just meant to be?

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Chapter One

“Okay, ladies, time’s up. I will see you next week.” I faced the three middle-aged women, dressed in yoga attire, as they rolled up their mats and left the room. I was discouraged by the lack of students that came into the yoga studio. If only there were some miracle.

Since I had a short break before my next class, I grabbed my cell phone from the shelf by the door and walked across the small yoga studio to the bar area. There, I ordered a fresh fruit cocktail from our server, and once my drink was ready, I sat down at a table for two. Amanda, my best friend and business partner, joined me with a coffee in hand. She was two years older than me and newly married to her high school sweetheart.

“Hey, girl,” she beamed, her gray eyes sparkling as she settled onto the seat across mine. “How was the class?”

“Only three students,” I informed her. “We seriously need a new strategy to bring in more people.”

“Yeah, I have no idea what else we can do.” She sipped her coffee. “Hear from Kevin?”

I fiddled with my phone. “He came by last night to pick up the rest of his stuff.”

Kevin had been my boyfriend for six months, and out of nowhere, he had said that he didn’t love me that much and thought it would be better to stop now.

“To hell with him,” Amanda said, sliding her fingers through her auburn hair. “Soon, you will find someone who deserves your love. Just have a little patience and faith.”

“No, I’m done, right now. I can’t take men leaving me each time anymore.”

As I sipped my cocktail, I went through my Facebook page. There was a new message from a guy named Holden. I opened it.

“What is this?” I said to myself while reading the message.

Congratulations, Miss Winters! You’re the winner of the dinner date with Shawn McCall. I am Holden, his personal assistant. Please share your contact information so I can reach out to you for details.

“What?” she asked absentmindedly, focused on her own phone.

“I don’t know. It must be a prank. I got a message on Facebook saying that I won some date with Shawn—”

“Oh my god!” she shrieked. “You won? I can’t believe this.”

She snatched the phone from my hand. What was with her? She typed something quickly on my phone.

“What are you doing? I hope you’re not answering this crazy person. Imagine he’s a serial killer.”

“He’s no serial killer,” she gave me back the phone. “He’s Shawn McCall, the movie star, and I entered you in the contest.”

“What contest?”

“A contest to have a date with Shawn McCall.”

“Why the hell did you do that?”

My phone vibrated on the counter, making me jump in my seat. I checked the caller ID, but I didn’t know the number that flashed on the screen. I hesitated to answer since my next class would start in less than ten minutes.

“Hello?” I said through the phone.

“Hello, Miss Winters?”

“This is she.”

“I’m Holden, Shawn McCall’s assistant. Like I told you in the message, you’ve won the dinner date with—“

“Look,” I interrupted him, “I didn’t enter this contest.”

“What do you mean?” Holden asked.

I got up from my seat and took a few steps away, pacing back and forth, “My friend entered the contest; I did not.”

He gave a sigh of exasperation. “So, good for you, you still won. There is no rule saying somebody can’t enter you on your behalf. I don’t see the problem.”

“The problem is you need to pick someone else. I’m not interested.”

“Noooo!” Amanda wailed. “Are you out of your mind?” She snatched the phone from my ear and spoke into the phone. “Please don’t listen to Sky. She’s out of her mind. Hold on a minute, and don’t you dare pick another winner.” She covered the phone with her hand to stifle the sound and whispered, “You won. Out of thousands of women, you won. This is a huge deal, and it’s only one evening. Think about the good publicity the studio could have thanks to you.”

She had a point. This could be an opportunity for the yoga studio to gain more exposure. But it would be selfish to accept when there were thousands of women who voluntarily entered this contest for a chance to meet Shawn McCall.

I brought the phone back to my ear. “You should pick someone who is dying to meet Shawn McCall. I’m sure it won’t make a difference to him.”

“Mister McCall wants to talk to you,” Holden said.

“What?” Panic raced through me. “He’s here!”

“Hello, Miss Winters,” Shawn McCall said through the phone, and my heart missed a beat at the sound of his sensual voice.

“Um, Mister….Mister McCall,” I stuttered, unable to find my words.

“How do you know it’s really me?” Shawn asked.

“Yes… um… I can recognize your voice.”

“Are you a fan, Miss Winters?”

“Um, not exactly… I mean, I saw your movies, and you’re very talented, but—”

His laugh traveled through the phone and down to my pussy. “It’s all right to admit you’re a fan.”

“I didn’t enter your contest. A friend of mine did it behind my back. I don’t think it would be fair if I accepted your gift. Find someone else who deserves it more.”

Amanda’s face paled as if she were about to faint. “Are you crazy?”

“Do you believe in fate?” Shawn asked.

“I do.”

“First, start believing that you deserve this. Second, for some reason, you are the winner, and we have this opportunity to meet one another. I don’t want anyone else to win this date but you. My chauffeur will pick you up at your place tomorrow at 7 p.m. What’s your address?”

I caved in and gave him my address.

“And Miss Winters?”


“Thank the person who entered you in the contest, will you?”

I sighed, still dazed about the whole conversation.

“See you tomorrow, Miss Winters.”

“See you… tomorrow.” Saying those words to Shawn McCall felt like they didn’t belong to me. When I hung up, I was still wondering if that conversation truly happened. I just talked to Shawn McCall.

“You’ll pay for it,” I warned Amanda in a playful way as I stood for my next class. Though I didn’t like that she did it behind my back.

“You’ll thank me someday,” she grinned.

“That won’t ever happen,” I looked back over my shoulder and went to teach yoga to hardly anyone, starting to register that I was about to meet Shawn McCall for real.


The limousine parked in front of the Marceau Restaurant. Shawn McCall had ordered his chauffeur to pick me up at my place and take me to our dinner date. The middle-aged chauffeur with a piercing in his ear opened the door to me. I drew in a couple of quick breaths, trying to die out the fluttery feeling in my stomach.

“Thank you,” I said as I got out of the car. It was still daytime, as the sun hadn’t set yet.

A dark-skinned young man I supposed to be in his early twenties approached me with his hand stretched out. “Hi, Miss Winters. I’m Holden, Shawn McCall’s personal assistant.”

“Oh, hi.” I quickly swiped my sweaty palms on my red dress and shook his hand.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Nervous,” I admitted.

“After a glass of champagne, you’ll feel better,” he laughed. “Mister McCall is waiting for you inside. I’ll take you to him right away.”

“Okay, great.”

We entered the high-class restaurant, brightly lit with crystal chandeliers, the tables dressed with white cloths on a sea of light gray carpeting, and went through a narrow hallway. Holden pushed open the private room’s double door, and we entered the small room with softened lights and a table for two set in the middle.

“Mister McCall, Miss Winters is here.”

Shawn McCall had his back to me, and he was talking on the phone. “I want this role, Jerry. Negotiate the deal and—”

He turned around, and his honey stare locked on me. A myriad of emotions glint in his eyes, making my legs turned into jello, then a warm smile stretched across his face.

“I’ll call you back later,” he said into the phone and killed the connection, his gaze never leaving me.

“Enjoy,” Holden said to me before leaving and closing the double door behind him.

Shawn marched toward me, his gait fluid and sensual. He was wearing black pants with a long-sleeved burgundy shirt. I jolted in surprise as he wrapped me into his muscular arms for a quick hug and instant electricity zoomed through me.


Hearing my name in his husky voice caused a warm heat to involuntarily settle between my legs.

“Mister McCall,” I said.

“Please, call me Shawn.”

“Um… okay,” I stuttered, rather impressed by his beauty.

“Gentlemen, you can leave us now,” he said to the two huge men in black suits standing by the door. As they left, Shawn’s attention focused back on me. “Congratulations, Sky.”

“For what?” I asked.

Shawn’s laugh reverberated through me and down between my legs. All right, my body needed seriously to get a grip.

“You’re adorable, and you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said politely.

In my body’s defense, Shawn’s flirty attitude made it quite impossible to take control, but I was not about to fall for his lines. He was known for being friendly and flirty with women. Getting smitten by his charms would do nothing good to my heart. I’d won a date I didn’t really ask for and would just go through it and be done as soon as possible, not being affected by him, or at least trying not to be.

“Shall we sit?“ he offered.


He pressed his palm on the small of my back, heat zipping up my spine, and led me to our table. That evening would be more challenging than I expected.

As he pulled out the chair for me, and I sat down, he said, “I’m so glad that you’re here, Sky.”

“Thank you for having me, but I still don’t think I deserve to be here. You wanted to meet a fan, and I’m not… I mean, you have bigger fans and—”

He relaxed on the chair opposite me, “Sky, you’re here because I want you here, so stop beating yourself up and enjoy my company. I intend to do the same.”

“I just didn’t expect this to happen to me.”

“Disappointed?” he asked, lifting his brows.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Your friend cares about you. Cherish the moment.”

“You’re right.” Okay, then, I was going to cherish this moment.

A bubbly server in her thirties approached, “Hi, miss. Welcome. I will be your server today.”

She handed us the menus and poured ice water into our glasses.

“I will be right back to take your orders,” she informed us as she moved away.

“I’m curious about one thing.” Shawn took two swallows of his water. “What did your friend enter you in the contest for?”

“That’s a great question, and I don’t have the answer to that… Actually, I guess Amanda thought that this dinner would keep my mind off of things, if I ever won.”

“What things?” he asked.

I slid my finger over the rim of my glass, “My ex-boyfriend broke things off just a couple weeks ago.”

“Are you heartbroken?”

“I once thought he was the one,” I admitted, surprised by how easily I could talk to him.

“I’m sincerely sorry.”


“But I’m also glad,” he said, his eyes gleaming with intense emotion, “You wouldn’t be here with me tonight if you were still with him.”


“Have you dated since the breakup?” he asked.

“I’m not ready for that.”

“I’m going to tell you a secret.” He grabbed my hand, sending shockwaves through my body. “Winning this contest is the best thing that will ever happen in your life.”

A nervous laugh escaped my lips, and I pulled my hand free of his touch. He was shamelessly full of himself.

“Mister McCall, allow me to disagree. After tonight, I bet both our lives will be exactly the same.”

A huge smile spread across his face. “The bet is on, Sky.”

The server took our order and came back with our appetizer and drinks. That evening was going quite well, even too well, and I was surprised at the easiness of our exchange.

“Tell me about yourself,” he asked, taking a bite of his mushroom tart.

“There’s nothing much to say,” I cut a piece of my tart. “I’m a yoga teacher. I run a yoga studio with my best friend.”

“The one who entered you in my contest?“

“That’s her, yes. But, right now, we don’t have a lot of students.” As I savored the melting tart, I grew curious about one thing. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Why do this? Why set up this contest?”

He put down his silverware and pressed his elbows on the table, “You must be aware of my ex-girlfriend dumping me on national TV?”

“Yeah, I heard about that. I’m sorry… the humiliation you must have felt. That surely can’t be easy to deal with, especially when you’re a famous person.”

“Thank you.” He pulled at his pink lips, awakening a sudden want in me to taste them. “You must also be aware of the way I reacted.”

“I saw, yes.”

His ex-girlfriend, Leighton Gray, a famous actress, dumped him in the middle of a live interview, and they had an argument in front of the cameras, and Shawn threw an armchair across the stage before they cut to a commercial break. Now that single moment had also been turned into a GIF.

“So after my little outburst, my publicist suggested that I do something nice for my fans, so we came up with this idea. What do you think?”

I sipped my white wine, truly enjoying his company. “Your fans will definitely love you for giving them the chance to meet you.”

“Are you having a good time, Sky?”

“I won’t complain.”

He chuckled, his honey gaze staying on me. “I’m having the best of times.”

I breathed out, his flirty attitude becoming too overwhelming, despite having a good time.

After dinner, Shawn insisted on driving me home in his blue Lamborghini. The drive to my place was quite short, and a part of me was sad that our date was coming to an end.

After Shawn parked in my street, he pulled the door up and grabbed my hand to help me out of the car, his touch awakening sensations throughout my body.

“I will be fine,” I said. “You don’t need to accompany me to my door.”

“Sky, I’m taking you to your door.”

It was like I was dreaming the perfect dream, but all I wanted was to wake up fast because I knew it wouldn’t last.

I was on the fourth floor of my building. We took the elevator, definitely a space too small to be in with a movie star like Shawn McCall.

We arrived at my door, and I took the keys out from my purse.

“I had the perfect time with you, Sky.”

Everything he said was meant to seduce, and the last thing I wanted was to fall for his charms. Not seeing him again would be like being free, free from having wants that he could not fulfill.

“Thank you. It was….”

“What?” he asked.


His stare locked on mine, then descended to my mouth. His fingers brushed my temple, causing butterflies to awaken in my belly. Then, he leaned in closer for a kiss. Oh god. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever encountered in my life, and my whole body hummed for more touch. But I didn’t have the capacity to separate my heart from my body, and succumbing to his kiss would no doubt get my heart shattered.

I pushed off his chest and took a step back before his lips could touch mine. “Um… It’s getting late and….”


“You don’t know me, and we both just came out of a relationship.”

“So?” he said.

“I don’t do just sex.”

He invaded my space again, his hand pressed on the door above my head, his fruity scent teasing me.

“Can I see you again?” he whispered.

“What?” I asked, stunned.

“I’d like to see you again.”

“It’s… um… I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all,” I said, trying to remain unaffected.

“Why’s that?”

“I’m just not interested,” I lied so he would leave me alone.

He stared, driving me uncomfortable; then after a few seconds, he nodded. “Goodnight, Sky.”

“Goodnight, Shawn.”

I watched him disappear. The elevator engulfed him before I unlocked my door and entered my apartment. I closed the door behind me and dropped the purse on the table by the door and sunk into the sofa, my senses numbed. Fuck, I’m a fucking idiot. I had turned down a kiss from Shawn McCall, and every part of me screamed at me for doing so.

But now it was too late. Too late to turn back time. Too late to have regrets.

For I would never see him again.

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Jun 18, 2021


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