"Jess," he breathed, and I shivered, feeling his warm, alcohol tainted breath on my lips. Why did he have this effect on me? This question was pushed to the back of my mind as I found myself desperately wanting to close the gap. I swallowed once, rational thoughts completely banished from my mind. "You finally gave in, huh?" he whispered. My heart rate - and breathing - were increasing by the second. Gave in? Isn't that what I came for? To give in? Seems like I good idea now...maybe I should just -
Spencer Richmond is a manwhore.
Jess Johnson deems him her worst enemy.
But when Spencer actually starts showing compassion and interest other than the sexual type towards her, all hell breaks loose.
Your average, cliche, manwhore story...but hopefully with a few twists ;)