I knew all about Wyatt Evans from watching the revolving door of females exiting his dorm room every weekend.
He was a bad boy.
And I’d kept my distance. I was too good. Too boring. Too inexperienced to ever consider dating him.
Now, it was the last semester of senior year.
I was interning at a local magazine.
There was one position open post graduation. The competition was fierce and I wanted it.
Even if it was for a sex columnist and my experience was severely limited.
How limited? I was practically a virgin.
So what did I have going for me?
Well, I was a really great writer. And I was willing to do whatever it took to get hired.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up in Wyatt’s bed. Imagine my dismay when I realized we hadn’t slept together.
Imagine my shock when he offered to help me win the job.
One week together. One 50 Item Sex Bucket List. A whole lot of fun.
Somehow, I was going to break the bad boy.