He's a cocky hockey player. I'm a bookish figure skater.
We've hated each other for most of our lives—so why did I just wake up in his bed?
Hunter Landry has always been a thorn in my side. Not to mention cocky, obnoxious, and way too gorgeous for his ego's own good. But it turns out that he was a perfect gentleman last night, taking care of me and putting me to bed when I'd had way too much to drink.
It also turns out that I blabbed a little too much about my ex's shortcomings when I was drunk, and now Hunter has a very ungentlemanly proposition: letting him be the man to give me the Big O that my ex never could.
I know saying yes is a mistake, but I've never made a mistake that felt so good. Now my lifelong enemy is showing me everything I've been missing out on in the bedroom.
There's just one problem: as quickies turn into nights spent in each other's arms, and sarcastic quips turn into long conversations, I realize that I'm perilously close to sharing one experience with Hunter that I never planned to:
Falling in love.
