Tell Me Everything
I have a problem.
I run an advice blog called Tell Me Everything and one of my readers wants tips for a first date.
The thing is… I’ve never been on a date.
I have no idea what to write.
Then Preston Packer overhears me in the elevator of my crummy office job. He’s there for charity work, not to solve my problems.
An ex-football star and millionaire with silver-streaked hair, and a body that fills my mind with steamy fantasies. At six and a half feet with more experience than I could ever dream of, I know he’d never be interested in me.
But then he makes an offer.
He’ll take me out. It's an experience for my blog, he says.
I tell myself it doesn’t mean anything. I’m a twenty year old virgin. I’ve never even had a real boyfriend. He’s just being nice.
Then he kisses me in the most possessive way imaginable.
I can’t believe it. I’m on the curvy side, shy as hell, and a virgin to boot, and he wants me?
But can I live up to his expectations?
And, there is the tiny matter that my boss happens to be his ex-girlfriend.
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