TAMING HOLLYWOOD’S BADDEST BOY

by Monroe, Max

  Normally, I’m not such a snob about design, nor do I make a point to make other people feel bad for their likes and dislikes, but for some reason, this handsome prick and his dickish attitude just bring it out in me.

  Before I know it, I’m channeling Regina George.

  “Well…” I pause and scrunch up my nose dramatically. “I’m sorry to break the news to you, but the design of this place looks like it was done by a blind rat. Gilded sailboat pictures and tapestries with oxen on them aren’t timeless. They’re old.”

  His eyebrows pinch together, highlighting the otherwise perfect features of his face. Goddamn this ugly hotel for housing such perfect-looking humans.

  “What did you say your name was again?”

  Shit. Emory will absolutely murder me if she finds out I got into some kind of confrontational tête-à-tête with a random Romeo in the hotel gym.

  Let’s also not forget this hotel gym is located inside a hotel that is owned by the company you’re about to interview with…

  Shit. Yeah. I’d better cut and run while I can.

  “I didn’t.” I jump up from the machine with the exact agility I’ve lacked during the rest of my workout and offer a saccharine smile. “But, hey, good news. Machine’s all yours.”

  “Aren’t you going to wipe it down?” he asks as I walk toward the door, and I can’t help but turn around for my parting shot.

  “Why?” I smirk at the pouty-lipped asshole. “After all, I was just pretending to work out.”

  Because you know what dicks can do?

  They can go fuck themselves and wipe down their own workout equipment, tight asses and chiseled jaws be damned.

  Suck on that, workout Romeo.

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  THANK YOU to each other. Monroe is thanking Max. Max is thanking Monroe. This shouldn’t surprise you since we’ve done this in every book we’ve published together so far. Or maybe it does surprise you because you don’t ever read those acknowledgments. If that’s the case, joke’s on you. We happen to be hilarious, even in our acknowledgments. But you’ll still have a chance to find out next time because we’ll probably do this forever and ever and ever and ever and…you get the idea. ;)

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  P.S. You don’t know what you’d do without us either, so suck it.

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  As always, all our love.

  XOXO,

  Max Monroe