Experiment

1. Hate-screw my high school nemesis. 2. Remember to hate him. 3. Prove my brother wrong. It should be easy. It isn't. As the owner of Pick-A-D*ck, New Orleans' premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I'm the one who gets to sift through the d*ck pics-except this time, they're required. My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-D*ck's sister dating site, doesn't believe it's possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it's possible. And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me? It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends' meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Three hook-ups. One outcome. Right? Contains mature themes.

Get over my best friend's brother. Remember that I'm over him. Prove I can date other people. It should be easy. It's not. Setting up a dating website with the guy I've been in love with since I was five wasn't my smartest idea. Especially since he's my best friend's brother-thankfully, she's okay with the fact I'm pulling a Sandy and I'm hopelessly devoted to him. Which is why it's time to get over him. So I do something crazy and ask Dominic Austin to find me a date. He does-if I find him one, too. Since we own Stupid Cupid, it should be easy, right? And it is. My date is perfect. His date is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until he kisses me . . . Three dates. One kiss. And a big-ass mess . . . Contains mature themes.