He's my best friend. He's a player . . . And now, he wants me in his bed.
Charlie Hartley is the thing that addictions are made of. At least that's what I've heard from the parade of desperate women who've gone through his bedroom's revolving door. Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely handsome. I'm sure there's a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak.
I've become really good at keeping him at arm's length and keeping my silly crush under control. After all, it's a skill I've been perfecting since the first time he stood up to a bully for me back in the 8th grade.
But when he offers to escort me to my 83-year-old grandmother's wedding, I start seeing him in a new light. Maybe there's more to him than that smoking hot body and those playful, flirtatious eyes.
Now, we're growing closer, crossing lines, shattering boundaries. I've strutted out of the friend zone and straight into his bed. But that's perfectly fine because I'm a tough girl. I can manage a juvenile, little crush. And there's no chance that a guy like Charlie will start catching feelings for me.
One drunken night of hot sex won't change our friendship . . . Will it?
Contains mature themes.
