But she considered me off-limits-and she thought I was a manwhore. She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend-me. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.Įvery emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy-curiosity.Īmber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company.
One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life.
Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off men. When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room. Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch. They were together for years-before he broke her heart. I went off to college, and he got the girl. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits. Growing up, the three of us were friends.ĭeep down, I only ever wanted her. When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she got the surprise of her life to see me standing there-with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse.From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.) Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel. Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message. Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy-curiosity. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Growing up, the three of us were friends. From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
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