Sebastian St. James needed an ego check in the worst way.
So I gave him the tongue lashing to end all tongue lashings.
But he liked it.
Before I knew it, my dress was up to my ears.
He apparently had a tongue lashing of his own to give.
Mission gloriously failed, if you asked me.
We both agreed to part ways like adults. No strings, no attachments.
Except I couldn’t stand that he’d been able to walk away so easily.
So I handled my disappointment like the totally reasonable woman I am.
I attended one of his book signings and threw coffee in his face.
Then I face-planted over a fence trying to outrun his security.
Before I knew it, I was recovering in Sebastian’s mansion.
Then he offered me a job watching his cat and staying in his house.
I wish I could say I stared into his dreamy eyes and told him to bite me.
But I needed the job more than I wanted to admit.
So now I’m bunked with an obnoxiously attractive roommate.
A roommate I somehow want to strangle and straddle at the same time.
But there's nothing to worry about.
He "doesn't do relationships."
Nope. All he does is brood, glower, and boss me around.
But just like everything else in my life, it gets messier.
I'm pregnant.
Who's the father, you ask? I'll give you a hint.
The baby's probably going to come out with cute little horns and a pitchfork.