30 partes Concluida Contenido adulto"Look, you've been vetted by my family and are probably nice enough with your reasonably decent lawyer or whatever job, but I'm not looking for my next year's Thanksgiving date."
I sigh and, almost as an afterthought, ask, "What are you looking for then?"
Ally's eyes, off in the distance, veer back to me. They dance alive with fire, or something else?
"Honestly?" she asks and looks me up and over like accessing some kind of Thanksgiving ham at the store. "Someone that'll let me sit on their face for a night so I can blow off some steam and then never have to deal with them again."
I, by the mere blessing of every angel and god, don't react by spitting out my beer. I just pull it from my lips and with all the casualness I can muster and put forth with the civilized and chilled guise of the amazing lawyer I am, say "Well, I'm not particularly full."
In the modern era of commitment phobia, fed into by celebrated self-proclaimed independence, love still finds a way. Or at least 27-year-old lawyer Lenox Letsky has to hope, because he's invested way too much time of his obnoxiously high hourly rate into the pursuit of 25-year-old wannabe artist, Ally Waltin. She is by all accounts, the easiest girl he's ever met. The first time they met ended in a raunchy sexcapade after an easy win in an intense cornhole tournament. And they had the kind of effortless banter and natural chemistry that had him smiling days later. So why when everything was so easy, did she have to make it so hard?
Ally is adamant that her defined terms are not to be ignored or changed. She will only accept something so long as it's nothing and Lenox is forced to comply or lose her. Though he has a plan. It's ripe with dumb stupid courage, childish games, and psychological strategies. And he's not above using any and all of them to win over the girl of his dreams starring in all of his nightmare.
