It was supposed to be harmless. One fake date with an off-limits football player I'd never date for real.
Plot twist—Harry Westbrook is the exact opposite of harmless.
My first mistake? Underestimating that boyish smile, those playful eyes, the charming words on those perfect lips. He claims to have a crush on me.
But, as hot as he is, I'd bet he's scheduling booty calls like a dentist booking teeth cleanings.
I'm Nadia Chester — in-house lawyer for the Paragons football team. Queen of logic and compartmentalizing.
Resisting him should be easy.
But then my slimy ex rolls into town, determined to hijack my favorite charity event and turn my life upside down.
Suddenly, six feet two inches of wide receiver muscles might come in handy after all.
I need a fake boyfriend. ASAP.
Harry would make the perfect gala date.
It's just one night.
It's all for a good cause.
What could possibly go wrong?
Just about everything, actually.
Because I start getting to know him. And that's when the real trouble starts.
How am I supposed to resist the guy who makes late-night pharmacy runs for his grandma? And bakes cookies with his brothers?
The hopeless romantic who's saving his V-card for his dream girl?
And what's this magic that happens every time his lips touch mine?
I'm realizing that I was all wrong about him. I thought I knew what I wanted in a man. But Harry's the wild card I never saw coming.
Too bad fairytales don't last. And a hard dose of reality is hurtling toward us like a freight train.
Maybe I could survive losing my reputation. Maybe even my career. But could I survive losing Harry?
I'm not so sure.