What if your hot best friend showed up at your door one night to propose marriage? He wasn't attracted to you but you get all weak and quivery in the neither regions every time he's near. would you accept knowing he holds your fragile heart in his big, masculine hands? ---Excerpt--- "Wha-what are you doing?" She asked breathlessly. He was so close she could detect the scent of aftershave, some kind of expensive soap and musk that was undeniably him. She was finding it difficult to breathe...the tension was so think you could slice it with a butter knife. "I'm conducting and experiment." He said softly in her ear. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine. "Is this what you are afraid of?" He taunted, "that I might turn you on?" He kissed below her ear and she let out a gasp. He felt a stirring in his lower body at her reaction to him. 'She was so temping...' He though, removing the clip that held the mass of red waist-length curls on top of her head...