Description: His mouth is hot enough to melt the ice
Ten days. That's all I'm asking for.But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS.Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don't belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I'm about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers.
- I'm not her type.
- She doesn't date jocks.
- All this sharp, sexy over-achiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career driven life.
It's a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?