Sex, Lust, Love, Hate
Charlotte Sloane is an infuriatingly aggravating hot mess.
Jagger Forrester and I are straight up enemies.
She’s a party girl.
He’s the definition of uptight.
She’s the only person standing between me and my dream job.
He thinks because he has a d!ck, he can do the job better than me.
Somehow we’re stuck sharing a room.
He’s the last guy I want to wake up next to.
She’s a prima donna, reckless, yet oh-so-tempting.
One accidental touch and my body jerks with hypocrisy, toe-curling, mind-blowing, sheet grabbing hypocrisy.
It turns out, I want more than one-night with her—I want her.
I don’t do relationships. But these pesky feelings are getting in the way.