“I’m selfish. I’m entitled. Even if I get you, I’m still going to want you again tomorrow.”
Being the most recognizable pop star in the world has its perks: Private planes, sold-out arenas, and a devoted fanbase called The Flock. But it also comes with downsides.
Every man I’ve dated has either wanted to use me, tame me, or shrink me to fit inside a box.
So when a bold, cocky hockey player leaves a note tucked inside my dressing room locker before a show, I should toss it in the trash.
Instead, curiosity wins, and Wittmore Enforcer, Jefferson Parks, slams into my life. * I was hoping I’d end the night with a little more than a kiss.
Thought maybe I’d get to notch the infamous Ingrid Flockton off my very short, very exclusive list. Ingrid Flockton is my #1. I’m not talking about records sold or hits on the radio.
I’m talking about the list I made freshman year. My sex list. It’s a fantasy come true when she comes in town for her tour. I have a chance and I’m taking my shot. One night. One opportunity.
She thinks I’m a player, and she’s not wrong, but for the first time in my life, I want more than a win. I want her.
