Not Quite Roommates

Lacy was perfectly happy with her unattainable crushes until HE showed up.

Then Jonah Sinclair subletted her roommate's half of the apartment. He's a grumpy, surly, giant piece of man candy, with a hatred of shirts. No shirts. Ever. Just... abs. Abs everywhere!



The man didn't even last two nights in the apartment without bringing home a hot woman to do right there on the kitchen counter. It's not Lacy's fault she fell asleep on the couch or that the word "boundaries" means nothing anymore. When he catches her watching them and doesn't stop, she feels.... whoa.



Thankfully, she can escape to work the next morning and get some space. Only, guess who is sitting in the desk next to her when she arrives. At least he's wearing a shirt.



Now she's fighting hormones at home, hormones at work. It's probably time to just admit that the smolder he gave her while giving someone else the time of her life was the best Lacy's ever had too.



All she knows, is this is her chance to enjoy a hot affair-as long as she can keep from falling for him before he does another fast bolt to the next job, the next town.