I'm not a VIRGIN! After being homeschooled and socially deprived, I took what I thought was the first step into adulthood—becoming a woman. Dating the quarterback of our university seemed ideal if I wanted to fit in with my peers. Only he never intended for us to be more than one night. I was merely a bet. A bet to get into the panties of the most socially awkward loner at school. I was crushed. When a chance to intern abroad for a photographer falls into my lap, I see it as a chance to escape the embarrassment and start over. Avoid hot guys that are out of my league.
As the saying goes … best laid plans. The photographer I’m being sponsored by shoots cover models, and one model, in particular, has hijacked my self-preservation. English accent, a body sculpted to perfection, a chiseled face, and bed hair are apparently all it takes to make me forget the promise I made to myself to stay in my own lane.
Mr. English will not be my next mistake. I need a new plan!
