His best friend’s younger sister is off-limits, but his private fantasies of her are not.
Olive Wolfton turns up in Brunswick, and I know I can’t have her. Is that why I want her more? She’s my best friend’s little sister, his precious prized possession. And even though he and I share everything, he’s not sharing Olive—he’s made it very clear. But is it my fault that his sister has the perfect body and the largest green eyes I’ve ever seen? Or the fact that her luscious red lips are totally kissable?
Cormac Larkin has a reputation. My brother didn’t have to tell me to know that he’s exactly like all his Harvard friends—rich, arrogant, and a downright womanizer. But I still want him. He’s gorgeous and I’ve already seen him shirtless. My brother, however, is out to make sure that we stay apart.
I know my brother is right. Guys like Cormac Larkin are bad news, but is it my fault that he’s a Greek god and I’m only a mere mortal?