When I got offered an exchange year to the Italian art school of my dreams, I nearly cried. There was no way I could afford it. I knew I had to refuse – but then my rich, uptight grandmother called with her offer.
If I stopped screwing around, she’d foot the bill. How could I resist? Then the sexy yet annoying Chad moved into my apartment to keep me under surveillance. One hundred days is a helluva long time to avoid temptation – even longer when Chad becomes the temptation.Read previous articleRead next article