I hate my new roommate...
And I want to do dirty, delicious things to her in that swing she installed that we both know has nothing to do with aerial yoga.
Neither of which is good, considering Diana Daniels is my NHL team captain's little sister, and he will break my face if I'm not a perfect gentleman.
I try to be. Really, I do. But Diana has all sorts of Jedi mind tricks to make a man obsessed with getting her into bed, and I'm not gonna lie--I fall for every single one of them.
Especially the one where she warns me not to fall for her.
Everyone knows that banging your new roomie is a bad idea. And if it wasn't for his sister's stupid pet pig, Wanda, chasing me out of the bathroom mid-shower, Tanner Nowicki and I might still be able to pretend we hate each other.
But that pig totally has it out for me, and before I can warn Tanner that I don't do relationships--or hockey players or my brother's friends, for that matter--he's doing me. Against the wall. And in his bed. And in my bed. And on a pinball machine where we get an all time high score.
And it's so incredible that I start to forget that I'm the unluckiest woman alive when it comes to relationships. And pigs. And aerial yoga. And worst of all, love.
But hey, it's not like I didn't warn him...