Good Girl, Bad Boy

He's bro culture personified. And sexy as hell. Now he wants me. What?

He's a legendary billionaire bad boy: hungry and horny.

I don't give a sh*t about all his money. Or his body. (Oh, god, his sexy body . . .) Or even that at one point I wanted more than anything for Jesse Valentine to be my first.

That's so yesterday.

I may not have gotten horizontal with a guy yet but I'm not that dumb kid sister with a crush on my big brother's best buddy.

I'm getting my Ph.D. and steering clear of that player.

Only one problem: He's even sexier than he was back in the day. And he just walked back into my life--right on campus.

OMG! Those friggin' eyes.

He's making all the moves. I see the desire in those gorgeous eyes.

I'm not going there, though. I can't.

Now he wants me to pretend I'm his fiancé.

What the f*^#!

I can't do that.

Can I? Oh, shit.