Sleeping with your best friend is a terrible idea.
I should know—I'm currently doing it. He's been my work husband for years. My actual husband? Never gonna happen. He's charming, cocky, and far too good-looking. But when my dad sends us to Miami to open a new branch, electricity sizzles between us. Maybe it's the sun. Maybe it's the mojitos. Maybe it's my hook-up buddy walking around our shared space in nothing but a towel. (Rude!) So I make a brilliant, foolproof plan: Keep it casual. Keep it fun. Definitely, 100% don't fall for him. Easy, right? Until he starts acting like my actual boyfriend. Then my feelings get very real, and suddenly, I'm the idiot who caught feelings in a no-strings-attached arrangement. I just want this not to end in total disaster. One of us is going to lose this game. And I have a sinking feeling... It's gonna be me.
