Definitely don't fall for her when you're trying to buy the business.The trouble is Sloane is smack dab next me from 9 to freaking 5. And she's as captivating, brilliant, and sexy as ever, which means I'm taking more than the recommended dosage of office romance temptation every day. Make that every single second, because she's not only "the one" -- she's the one who got away.
But she's the very definition of off-limits, so I keep my hands to myself. Fine, we might flirt. Okay, we do indulge in the occasional dirty text. And there was that one time when we kissed on the street. But we've been good since then.
Until the night she issues me a challenge -- seven nights of O lessons and then we walk away.
Sounds like a simple arrangement.
But I was never good with those kind of rules
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Following rules shot me to the top of my game as an all-star baseball player, and the golden rule is this -- don’t hookup with your teammate’s sister.
But ask her to be your fake date when you desperately need one for a family wedding?
Nothing in the guy code against that. Plus, the flirty, feisty Sierra’s my friend too, so why the hell not pretend we’re madly in lust for two days in Hawaii? No hardship in a make believe kiss here, a fake smooch there, as long as we don’t cross any dangerous lines.
Then, the hotel books us into the same suite. Which means she’s showering near me, putting on itty bitty bikinis in the same room, sliding into that king-size bed wearing only a black lace cami.
But I resist...until the night she tells me she’s been waiting for me to be her first.
And there’s nothing fake about my desire to say yes, even though that’s definitely against the code. But, maybe only if someone catches feelings?
And neither one of us will.
Until I do…
I’ve got a problem. After a dozen failed dates - but who’s counting - I’m done hunting for Mr. Right.
I’m more than ready to cash in my V-card, and at this point I’ll gladly hand it over to Mr. Right Now.
When I go out with my friends for a night on the town, I bump into the perfect candidate.
A guy from my past who kissed like a dream but took off before we could say goodbye.
The swoony, charming pro athlete is back in the city and he’s as ready to help me with my project as he is to win baseball games.
The next morning, I’m deliciously satisfied and I know I’ve chosen wisely.
But when he leaves again, I can’t stop wondering -- what if Mr. Right Now is actually Mr. Right?
And how do I get him back?
Mr. Right Now is one of three novellas in the Virgin Scorecard -- a collection of sexy, swoony romances between virgins and athletes that completes the bestselling RULES OF LOVE series. This collection also includes a short story in the baseball world.