Anonymous

Henry Buchanan is cold. Calculating. And rich. He's also the owner of the new Lions NHL team and my boss. Oh, and did I mention he's a grumpy sonofabitch whose girlfriend is cheating on him? Not that I'm going to say anything. It's none of my business anyway. Besides, we aren't friends. And we couldn't be more different if we tried. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I was born scraping by for every meal. Still. I do need this job. And creating social media content for a bunch of hot hockey players is a walk in the park. Until the infamous Henry Buchanan starts to act jealous.

Welp. It's official. The entire hockey team knows I'm a virgin. And who do I have to thank for telling them about my v-card? Theodore Taylor, a.k.a. my brother's best friend and the pain in my butt since third grade. Then again, I'm kind of sick of this thing. My virgin status, that is. It's probably time I get rid of it. Which would be a heck of a lot easier if Theo hadn't made it his mission to be my own personal chastity belt for the foreseeable future. Which leaves me screwed. In every way except the literal sense. Lovely.

When you reach rock bottom, the only place to go is up.... Or, for me, apparently it’s straight into the arms of the one person who’s off-limits. My brother’s good friend and my new roommate.