All it took was one look into the delivery guy’s sinful brown eyes and I knew I’d regret never seeing him again. I tried tipping him a dollar and ended up getting a whole lot more than I bargained for.
Imagine my surprise when he comes back. Every. Friday. Night.
But with a crazy ex popping around every corner, money and power standing between us and an embarrassing ‘how we met’ story… what’s a girl supposed to do?