The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“I lied and said I had a cold sore, and that it was a form of herpes, so we shouldn’t.”

“If a guy’s interested, he’ll let you know.” The words come out with more force than I mean. “Don’t settle for anything less than a guy who worships the ground you walk on.” Like me, the voice in my head says, but I ignore it.

He must be proportional. I mean, he has to be. He’s a big guy; of course he has big hands, and… Hayden’s dick is probably huge.

My crush is stronger than ever, and I really, really want to fuck my best friend.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and warmth trickles through me.

“God, you’re so good.” I can’t take my eyes off her. “Such a good girl.”