I live my life by a certain standard. There are right and wrong ways to do things, and I always make sure that I’m on the right side. My brothers call me a wet blanket. They say I’m buttoned-up, boring, and that I don’t know how to let loose. There’s a reason I’m that way, and she just walked through my door. With one wild night, I’ve thrown all my moral guidelines out the window. Now I’m stuck with her and there’s no possible way this could work between us. We’re complete opposites in every way, but damn she’s sexy. Not that it matters. There will never be more between us. One of us will end up killing the other first.
After a long shift in the cancer ward at the children’s hospital, I just want to let loose. My friend set me up on a date, and I gladly took it to let off some steam. I’ve got a fun outfit and I’m ready to let loose. But my one night of fun was spoiled the minute he walked through that door. I was just looking for a good time, and I got him instead. He’s good-looking, but that’s about all that he has going for him. He’s not at all my type, and now he seems to think that I’m some loose whore. It was one night! But I’m stuck with him, so I have to find a way to make this work.
If I don’t figure out a way to make the man loosen up, I’ll go insane.