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?
Kate pushes her plate back and wipes her mouth elegantly with her napkin. Then she regards me thoughtfully. “I’ve been wondering about something.” “What are you wondering?” I’m surprised that my voice is actually level. Considering the crotch of my pants is now painfully snug. “Do you remember the night we met-at REM?” I lean…
I sip my whiskey as one blue-lingerie-clad stripper meets my eyes. “So this is a bachelor party? And you’re the groom?” I smile. “That’s me.” “I love grooms.” Small talk with strippers is not really the norm. Usually it’s more of a transaction: rubbing and gyrating in exchange for a few singles. But this isn’t…
I turn around to find a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes smiling at me. If my cock had an elbow, he’d nudge me with it. She’s changed since the stage show. Or, should I say, covered up. She’s wearing a red, lace, knee-length nightie, with matching high heels. It’s actually pretty conservative for a…
All of us laugh, except for Jack. I don’t think he’s seen The Princess Bride. It’s Kate’s favorite movie, so I’ve sat through it a few times. Definitely a chick flick-although that Inigo Montoya guy was pretty badass. “And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva . . .” Steven grins and clears his throat.…
Really. Warren is simply more pussy than dick. It’s how he was raised-surrounded by bush. It’s like . . . one of those weird news stories about a baby tiger that’s adopted by a family of pigs. When it’s older, it doesn’t show its claws or pounce or growl. It fucking oinks. Unlike the rest…
Kate pushes me on the shoulder. “Stop fishing for compliments. Let’s talk about the stewardess who followed you here-am I going to have to get you a bodyguard?” Only then do I notice her outfit. Black miniskirt, black, high-heeled boots that end just below her knee, and a sparkly pink top that leaves nothing to…
“We’ll have a good time-no problems.” When I told her that? I honestly believed it. Chapter 10 Some men wear expensive suits because they want to feel as if they have money, even if they don’t. Others wear them because they want to show people how much money they have. For me, it’s all about…
“That makes so much sense,” I tell her. Could you imagine the children these two would have? Maybe genetic selection isn’t evil after all. I shove Warren away. “And remember, don’t fucking talk. At all.” He smiles and gives me two thumbs up. He looks so grateful and brainless, I can’t help but laugh as…
And throughout the history of mankind, crying has never fixed shit. I stutter. And ask the second-stupidest question ever. “Are you . . . are you crying?” In my head Tom Hanks’s voice echoes, “There’s no crying in baseball!” Did Cleopatra cry when Egypt got sacked? Did Joan of Arc cry when the Catholic Church…
“How did you manage that?” “She talked, bawled her eyes out, and I . . . comforted . . . her.” Now Kate looks confused. “You comforted her?” “What are you, a fucking parrot? Yes, I comforted her-why are you shocked?” Kate folds her arms across her chest. “Well, let’s see. Could it be because…