The bride is stunning. The groom is delightful. Shame the best man is a class-A jerk. When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I'm, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we've already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn't have to be a dick about it, either. And now-God help me-I'm forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who's the complete opposite of me. He's bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I'm sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities. I loathe him, and he despises me. He loves to win. I hate to lose. He's a playboy…and I'm a playgirl. Which is why it shouldn't surprise me that we're dynamite between the sheets. Not that it matters. Life is too short to commit to one guy-especially when that guy is Mr. Billionaire Penn Kingcaid.
