Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
Somewhere in between the second and the fifth punch, my dick peeks out from where he’s been hiding since the beer bath to reevaluate the situation. To see if there’s any way to turn this sorry state of affairs into something…a little more to his liking. He thinks there is. And so I grab Kate’s…
The sound of our bodies slapping and her breathy voice fills the room like an erotic symphony. The New York Philharmonic’s got nothing on us. “God! Oh God!” I smile as I pick up the pace, “God’s not the one fucking you, baby.” Sure, I’m in love, but this is still me here. “Drew…Drew…yes…Drew!” Much…
My fingers move light and fast over her. Tickling her without mercy. “Say, ‘Drew Evans is a god. A brilliant, genius god.’” She bucks and shrieks, “Drew! Stop! Stop!” I don’t let up. “Ask me nicely and maybe I will. Beg me for it.” She laughs even while she’s screaming. “Never!” You know what they…
“If you decide you want to get married, Mackenzie-someday-it should be to a guy like Han.” Mackenzie turns her head from Drew to me, like she’s watching a match at Wimbledon. “He’s selfish and egotistical. Always running off in his space cruiser-“ “That’s the Millennium Falcon to you,” Drew interrupts. I ignore his correction. “And…
“I want to talk to you until the sun comes up, and I want to bring you cereal in bed every Sunday. I want to work long, endless hours in this office, but only if you’re here next to me.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Like a partnership? Fifty-fifty split?” I shake my head.…
Kate laughs, and I stand up and press the button on the CD player, changing the song. “And since I most likely only have a few weeks to live-” I hold my hand out to Kate “-may I have this dance?” A new song fills the room: “Then” by Brad Paisley. I’m not really into…
Her smile is warm and genuine. “I think she’s amazing.” “I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to hear she used your calculator on me when I ran into them downstairs.” Her smile widens. “That’s nice.” I shake my head, and Kate says, “I see now why Alexandra started the Bad Word Jar, since you seem to…
“Wait, wait. Let’s not be hasty. I give. You can meet me at my apartment. At seven. Sharp.” “Okay.” “But I have some terms of my own.” She jumps down my throat. “I’m not having sex with you!” I force myself to look surprised. “I’m wounded. Really. Who said anything about sex? I would never…
She blushes. And it’s amazing. I want to kiss her. Badly. You ever been thirsty? Really thirsty? Like on a ninety-eight-degree summer day when you don’t have enough spit in your mouth to even swallow? Now imagine somebody puts an ice-cold glass of water in front of you. And you can look at it, and…
I sprint through the lobby and push the button for the elevator. But what I see when the doors open stops me cold. It’s The Bitch, with Mackenzie at her side. And in my niece’s perfect little hands are strings. A dozen of them. Strings that are tied to balloons. Kate’s balloons. “Fuck me.” “Well,…