Sleeping with your best friend is a terrible idea.
I should know- Im currently doing it.
Hes been my work husband for years.
My actual husband? Never gonna happen.
Hes charming, cocky, and far too good-looking.
But when my dad sends us to Miami to open a new branch, electricity sizzles between us.
Maybe its the sun. Maybe its the mojitos. Maybe its my hook-up buddy walking around our shared space in nothing but a towel. (Rude!)
So I make a brilliant, foolproof plan:
Keep it casual.
Keep it fun.
Definitely, 100% dont fall for him.
Easy, right?
Until he starts acting like my actual boyfriend. Then my feelings get very real, and suddenly, Im the idiot who caught feelings in a no-strings-attatched arrangement.
I just want this to not end in total disaster.
One of us is going to lose this game.
And I have a sinking feeling
Its gonna be me.
