Ten years ago I gave my virginity to an arrogant, man whoring jerk who never called me back.
Ten minutes ago I just found out he's my new coworker.
Who knew a failed blind date would land me square in the lap of the gorgeous bastard that cut and run after one passionate night ten years ago.
Falling for Nate Baldwin in college was the biggest mistake of my life.
Nothing like a good old fashioned heartbreak to teach a girl a valuable lesson.
Now? He's just a cocky, prank-playing bastard in an expensive suit.
I can't decide if I want to punch him in his perfect mouth or kiss it.
Turns out there's a very fine line between hatred and desire.
A good anger bang on a desk...or stairwell...or car never hurt anyone.
But what happens when he calls a truce and starts playing nice?
Not a chance in hell I'm falling for him again.
That mistake stays in the past.