Looking for a fun office romance romcom?
Tempt Thy Neighbor is LIVE!
💋 Office Enemies
💋 Slow Burn
💋 Second Chances
💋 Low Angst
💋 Roommates
Don’t fall for your coworker…especially when he’s your roommate.
Sutton Barnes thinks he’s Prince Charming, but he’s really the Prince of Hell.
He’s egotistical. A user. A complete douchecanoe.
And unfortunately now my coworker.
Did I mention he’s also my new roommate?
It’s all because I can’t turn down a challenge.
I never have, and I won’t start now.
When Sutton bets me I can’t live in the same apartment as him and resist the “temptation”…well, game on.
He’ll be the first to cave.
There is no way I’m falling for his charm…not again.
TEASER
“We can’t tell anyone at work we’re living together.”
“Are you ashamed of me, Holland?”
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitation in the word, and it fucking stings.
“Fine. It’s probably for the best anyway. No need to spark any unnecessary rumors. What else?”
“We keep it honest. If you have any inkling of desire to get into my pants, we call it.”
“And if you want to get into mine?”
She laughs sardonically. “We really don’t have to worry about that.”
“Any other conditions?”
“Yes, I’m getting a cat.”
“Like hell you are. I’m allergic.”
“I’m allergic to you and I’m still letting you live here.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Cat or no deal.”
I grind my teeth. “If you want a damn cat, I get the waterfall shower.”
I see her trying to work it out in her head, deciding which one she wants to sacrifice.
“Fine,” she finally snaps, and I mentally high-five myself.
“Fine. Anything else?”
“Just that I hate you.” She smiles sweetly, though her words are anything but.
“Feeling’s mutual.”
Even though she’s mad right now, I can see the flash of relief in her eyes. Deep down, she knows this is a good thing.
For at least six months, she won’t have to worry about a roommate. Won’t have to worry if she can afford the rent or not.
Neither of us has anything to lose—aside from our sanity—in this scenario.
I stick my hand out to her, and she sneers down at it.
“What?”
“We need to shake on it.”
“I thought my word was my vow.”
“Yeah, but I don’t trust you. A shake will cement the arrangement.”
With reluctance, she slips her hand into mine, and I pull her forward until she’s pressed against me. “Game on, princess.”
