Wrong Bed, Right Roommate

It's not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed. Only, he isn't a stranger at all, he's my best friend's hot older brother...and apparently my new roommate. Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn't a problem at all.

Nope. All I need to do is keep control of the situation... But that's easier said than done.

Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don't need. First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job. Hello, muscles and tattoos!

Then he's there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning. It's more than any girl can resist. Right?

But Shawn is off-limits, even if his eyes are saying differently. Years ago, back when I still had my crush, he destroyed friendships with his reckless playboy antics. There's no way I'm touching those perfectly formed abs now.

I don't care how nice and responsible he's acting. I don't want a boyfriend anyway. That's what my trusty vibrator is for.

I'm the smart girl--the glasses-wearing, book-reading workaholic. I can totally do this. After all, it's only for two and a half months.

I'll be on my best behavior...even if Shawn isn't.