3.5 stars. I started liking this book when I got to this passage:“Pretend to be your what?... You must be insane!”“I assure you I’m perfectly serious.”“But your mistress? Who even uses that word anymore?”And though it’s a fairly conventional modern Harlequin Presents, I kept liking it. Andreas is arrogant but not really an asshat... well okay, he does consider getting the heroine pregnant on purpose, but I confess, in a romance that never bothers me. ;-) And there are lots of little touches that worked for me: Cleo, a high school dropout, discovering a love for archeology while on a Greek island; the workaholic, revenge-driven tycoon finding out it’s more fun to spend time with Cleo.Admittedly the set-up is ridiculous: offering a total stranger 1 million dollars to pretend to be your mistress, because you want someone who won’t get attached? Jaw. Drop. Didn’t this guy ever hear of an escort service? I got around it by writing it in my head as him having been subconsciously in love with her at first sight. A bigger problem was that the story was nicely set-up for a big emotional drama… which was then resolved, with almost no description of the emotions involved, in less than four pages. Major, major let-down and it lost the book a potential 4 star review and a coveted spot on my "angsty-goodness shelf." I still enjoyed it.
