He was my high school crush-the guy who had no clue I existed. Sure, we shared a fleeting moment in the country club closet, but he thought I was someone else. After that night, I went to college, moved to Boston to find myself, and pushed him out of my thoughts. It worked-until he saw me performing at a local community theater. My character is bold, daring and vivacious, everything I'm not, which makes him believe-again-that I'm someone else.
He likes what he sees and while a hot fling with an NHL star isn't on my bingo card, sometimes the numbers line up vertically, or horizontally, or in my case, both.It's only when I find myself in his arms-and his bed-that I begin to discover who I really am and what I want. The problem? He has no idea I'm the nerdy girl from high school he never noticed.
He was my high school crush-the guy who had no clue I existed. Sure, we shared a fleeting moment in the country club closet, but he thought I was someone else. After that night, I went to college, moved to Boston to find myself, and pushed him out of my thoughts. It worked-until he saw me performing at a local community theater. My character is bold, daring and vivacious, everything I'm not, which makes him believe-again-that I'm someone else.
He likes what he sees and while a hot fling with an NHL star isn't on my bingo card, sometimes the numbers line up vertically, or horizontally, or in my case, both.It's only when I find myself in his arms-and his bed-that I begin to discover who I really am and what I want. The problem? He has no idea I'm the nerdy girl from high school he never noticed.