I finally land my dream apartment so I can write my next book. There’s just one problem. A tall, muscular hockey player shows up and says the apartment is actually his. I tell him to leave. He tells me to leave. Next thing I know… we’re living together! (And even sleeping together - but that’s a whole other story…)
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It wasn’t my fault I tried stabbing Nesh with a knife the first time I met him. After all, he was breaking into my new apartment! Now we have a huge problem. He won’t leave. I sure as heck am not leaving. He thinks just because he’s tall and muscular and mean and insanely good looking ( in that rough, dirty way that I secretly fantasize about ) - and super rich - that I’m going to just leave and go somewhere else. I tell him to buckle up. Because we’re roommates now. In my mind, it plays out really simple. I’ll drive him crazy until he gets mad enough and just leaves. There’s just one thing I don’t account for. The angrier he gets, the hotter he gets. The hotter he gets, the hotter I feel. Maybe I sort of knew all along we’d end up in bed together. Even if that opens the door to a whole other set of problems between us…