The last time I saw my brotherâs foe, he was getting punched in the nose for bedding my brotherâs girlâwho wasnât really my brotherâs girl. Now heâs on his knees, looking up at me, and I canât help but smile. When the sinfully sexy man says hello, I say hello back. Itâs the right thing to do after all. But when he asks me to take a ride with him, I know I should refuse. Fresh out of a messy breakup, Iâm not looking for anything but fun. So when he tells me that fun is his middle name and where heâs headed, I sign up for the ride. Besides, it isnât like I havenât heard all the rumors about himâthat heâs a legendary lover, gives the best orgasms of any girlâs life, loves them and then leaves themâso I figure why not. What my brother doesnât know wonât hurt him, and a rebound fling might be just what I need. Itâs what I donât know, though, that I should be worried aboutâthat one kiss will give me butterflies, that two touches will set my blood on fire, that three nights will make me want him forever. Not forgetting that Iâm not looking for more is difficult, but remembering he isnât a forever kind of guy might just break me. My brotherâs foe has a nameâitâs Prince Spencer Lexingtonâand this is our story.