Since I'm single though, when my best friend and her husband decide to finally go on their dream honeymoon, she asks me to watch their three-year-old son.

Of course I say yes.

What my best friend neglects to tell me is that I won't be babysitting alone.

Feeling Max might be too much for me to handle, her husband asks his only single friend to help.

Nick Carrington and I have met a couple of dozen times. I've never really given him a second thought-other than to say he's kind of a jerk. Out loud. So he can hear. Sure, he's tall, dark, and handsome. And yes, he has the best ass I've ever seen, and I mean ever seen quite literally. You see he mooned me at last year's Fourth of July barbecue because, like I said, he's a jerk.

He always has to be the life of the party.
He's also arrogant.
Imposing.
Rich.
And a playboy.
I'd even go as far as to say he's a manwhore.

Yet somehow before I know it, this manwhore and I are co-parenting. Living under the same roof. Eating meals together and yes, talking.

Don't look at me like that-it's not like I had a choice. Even though I knew every minute would be hell, I had to say yes.

But after two weeks what I didn't expect is that I'd been wrong about him.
That under his smartass exterior, he's actually quite charming.
That his arrogance is actually confidence.
And that the sight of his naked body would do really bad things to me.

So yes, I've misjudged him. And yes, I like him. Really like him. Although there are times I still think he's a jerk...I now think he's a sexy jerk.

And I want more of him.

The question is-does he want more of me?