One brother’s best friend + one hotel room = two blue lines
If “sexy” had a mascot, my brother’s best friend would be it.
Deep hazel eyes and a diamond cutting jawline.
He offers me the business deal of a lifetime,
If I play a convincing date for his ex’s destination wedding.
But pretending we’re smitten is easier said than done.
His devilish smirk and cocky attitude work me up,
Until I can’t decide if I want to punch him or kiss him.
Now sharing one room in paradise has me questioning everything.