It doesn’t have to be a best seller. It doesn’t have to be something no one has ever read! So why am I making this so damn difficult? I need to focus. To push past the writer’s block, the fear, the taunting rejection! I don’t need distractions! Especially mouth-watering, panty-dropping, dirty talking, self-gratifying distractions.
Never mind the fact that he’s my new boss. Forget the idea that he corners me into a fake engagement - the first day we meet! Ignore the obvious evidence that I can’t, for the life of me, stay away from Brettly Beckett! And what’s more, I don’t want to! And he doesn’t make it easy!
No, my lucky readers, he’s not backing down without putting in some very hard-to-resist, self-pleasure-seeking efforts. Gifting me with the nickname Peaches, he makes it known he’s dead set on claiming my peach the first chance he gets, and the sooner the better. But I quickly learn that’s a development that could prove too self-destructive if we let it.
After all, it's like they say, not everything in life can be as sweet as a peach.