The jock was supposed to wreck her. Not me. I’m a bartender who can’t keep it in my pants. My coworker Roxy’s just as bad. So we make a who can last the longest without hooking up. My plan? Push the hottest football player her way. Tall, cocky, athletic. Exactly her type. Should be an easy win. Except he doesn’t want Roxy. He wants me. I’ve never been with a guy. Never even considered it. But the way he looks at me, like he’s ready to bend me over the bar and put that big, muscular body to work… What’s a straight guy supposed to do when another man makes him harder than he’s ever been?