Begging my brother’s best friend—aka NHL superstar, Ian Fox—to help me ditch my V Card wasn’t part of my “make it big in NYC” plans.
But after years of being “cute little Evie,” I’m tired of waiting for Mr. Right. I’m ready for Mr. Right Now and Ian is everything I’ve ever wanted in a first time. He’s kind, funny, confident, and has a legendary…stick.
Seriously, his stick has its own page of search results, complete with gray sweatpants shots hot enough to make even a clueless virgin drool.
And yes, my brother will murder us if he finds out, but we’re both grownups.
We can keep a secret. We have to since I just landed an art therapy job working with his troubled team.
All we’re doing is a little practice. (Or…ehem...big practice.)
Too bad my heart didn’t get the memo.
