I woke up and shook my head at myself. Yesterday ran through my mind on fast-forward, and I remembered – I had a girlfriend. Fuck. That was weird.And then there was Carl. The guy had a real stick up his ass about me being with Sandra – and not that I blame him, if I was him, I probably would too. I know what half the people at the party last night were thinking. They were wondering why Sandra is so different from the others and what was so special about her. The girls were cursing her for taking what they wanted, and the guys were slinking back into their dark corners, their chances at seducing her shot to hell.Well, fuck them all.“Well?” Josh opened my door.“Don't bother knocking,” I said sarcastically, putting my phone down. “I love it when assholes barge in on me.”“Uh, yeah.” He raised an eyebrow and shut the door, sitting on my desk chair. “What was that shit about?”“I was about to kiss her. Seal the deal on this challenge then you fuckin' called me.”“Shit, man. Sorry. If I

I heard Maggie's laugh before I saw her and Sandra round the corner. Company. Brilliant. I knew what she was doing here. Maggie will give me the creepy silent 411 with her eyes-thing she does.Ignoring my best friend of a lifetime, I focused on Sandra. If I was going to fake date someone, then fuck me, I choose a gem with her. Her figure was obvious even in a denim skirt and simple shirt - she was not skinny and she was not overly curvy. She had a perfect mixture of toned muscle and curve that had me itching to run my hands across every inch of her bare skin. That kiss last night didn't help matters. I felt that damn body against me.Shaking off my x-rated thoughts, I grinned at her when she stopped in front of me. She smiled at me, and I bent down slowly, cupping her head and capturing her soft lips with mine. One of her hands rested on my waist to steady her, and the other gripped the arm holding her. She responded to the kiss almost eagerly, and I was in no hurry to pull away.This

I learned three things last night.One, Sandra fit in my arms perfectly. Two, I wanted to fuck her, badly. Like, really fuckin' badly. And three, her hair smelled like apples.It had been nine days since Josh and Austin challenged me to make Sandra fall in love with me, giving the limit of a month to do it. I wouldn't need a damn month at this rate. She was falling – and she was falling hard and fast. I gave it ten days, and I'll prove to them I can do it and then I'll walk away from her.Because, let's face it, if I was a falling in love kinda guy, I'd fall in love with someone like her. Under that curvy body, fiery hair, and behind those pretty green eyes was a girl unlike anyone I knew. I was also pretty damn sure I wouldn't meet anyone like her either.And that was the problem. When she smiled at me, really smiled, I could see her turning me into a falling in love kinda guy. That made her dangerous, too fuckin' dangerous, and I gotta get her in bed and walk away before it's too la

I'm fucked. Genuinely fucked.Sandra's hand trailing down my stomach equaled an instant, rock hard, raging hard on. My dick standing to attention so fast it could well have been doing an army drill.I cursed the fact she was not like my usual girls. Usually, a suggestive smile and a wink was all that was needed. But no, I had to wine and fucking dine Sandra. I might as well serenade her under the fucking stars – and you know what? If I could sing, I damn well would.Because I had to want what I couldn't have, all the time. And Sandra? Sandra was at the top of that list. Hell, she was at the top of every fucking list I owned.She was so damn untouchable, like a rare stone in a museum surrounded by laser lights. I felt like a ninja, dodging one more laser light daily and getting one step closer to worming my way into her heart.But then, did I want her in love with me? The problem with this challenge was that it was not just a quick roll in the hay. I had to get to know her, I had to pr

There were too many levels in this game, and I was not ready for the one it was climbing to. That level had a big fat fuckin' neon sign declaring the game over, and reality starting. Reality, with Sandra?Reality, with anyone?When I was six, I assumed I'd grow up and marry Maggy, like all little kids do. You marry your favorite person, and at six that's your best friend, right? Yeah. What a laugh.Now, Maggy is my little sister. She's the one person I'd go to hell for. I'd take a bullet for her, I'd kill for her, and I will protect her until she doesn't need it anymore – and I'll probably do it even then.Saturday marked two weeks since this game started, and with every day that passed I got to know Sandra a little more. She was guarded. There were a lot of secrets behind those pretty green eyes, despite how revealing they were for her emotions. I wanted to know what those secrets were, because despite it all, I was starting to fucking care about her.I was starting to care about the