A Friends to Lover romance like you’ve never read before…
Cari
Patrick is my friend.
My best friend.
He’s every good girl’s dream come true.
Funny, sweet and holy-hell hot.
Perfect.
So what’s the problem?
I’m far from perfect and I’m no one’s idea of a good girl.
I know that, but I’ve wanted Patrick ever since the first night we met. Ever since I kissed him and… well, did decidedly ungood-girl things to him in the front seat of his car. The same night he gently but firmly shut me down completely with a it was nice to meet you, Cari.I know he’s out of my league, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting him.
And if the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is paying attention is any indicator, he wants me too.
But he’ll never make a move on me. Not unless I make him. That’s what my friend Tess says. She thinks all Patrick needs is a little push.I think she might be right.
The last thing I expected was for him to push back.
Patrick
Cari is my friend.
My best friend.
She’s the perfect male fantasy come to life.
Talented, smart and so damn beautiful that when she’s around, I can’t seem to look at anyone else.
Perfect.
So, what’s the problem?
I’m a nice guy and we all know where nice guys finish.
Dead last.
I’ve wanted Cari ever since the first night we met. The night she kissed me. Touched me in ways that made it hard for me to think clearly. But she was drunk and just broken up with her douchebag boyfriend—as much as I wanted her, I couldn’t take advantage of her that way.
Because Nice Guy, remember.
Even though it’s been years since that night and know she’s moved on, I can’t stop thinking about her. About that night. How good she tasted. How good she felt.
But we’re friends now.
Best friends.
Roommates.
And it’s driving me absolutely insane.
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Like throwing gasoline on a fire, I pound on the door with the side of my fist. “So, now you close the goddamn door,” I say on a laugh, my voice slightly raised. “Too little too late, sweetheart.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she says, her cheeks flushed. She’s wearing that fucking robe again. And pretty much nothing else.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Cari,” I say, barging into her room. I turn on her and she takes a step back, pressing her shoulders against the doorframe. She’s looking me in the eye, and I realize she’s still wearing the heels.
“You don’t close your bedroom door—not ever.” I take a half step, throwing up a hand, bracing it against the frame, hemming her in so she can’t run away. “Do you know I can see you? That every time you change your clothes, every time you get out of the shower, I sit on the couch and watch you in the living room mirror?”
“I—” She starts to deny it but then the flush blooming across her chest spreads, the heat of it collecting under her collarbone before inching lower, into the soft valley between her breasts. “Of course, I know, Patrick—” She says it softly, the tip of her tongue licking her lips like her mouth has suddenly gone dry. “Why do you think I hung it there in the first place?”
There it is. Confirmation that she’s been playing me since the day she moved in and it’s all I need to hear.
Keeping her hemmed in, gaze locked on hers, I use my free hand to tug at the hastily knotted belt keeping her robe closed.
She doesn’t try to stop me.
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French
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Sabine Ingrao
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