Wrong, Wright

This grumpy boss will make her pay . . . In the sweetest way. I was trying to be a good friend. My bestie was dumped unceremoniously, and when I spotted his car, I felt the need to write him a quick note on the hood. You know, just a word or two about what I thought of his actions. No big deal. Only, it wasn't her ex's car. And it was a big deal. A really big deal. Because the car I'd inadvertently vandalized was none other than Tanner Wright's. Tanner Wright, the media mogul. Tanner Wright, the internet voted "hottest man on earth." Tanner Wright, the biggest talk radio host the country has ever known. Tanner Wright . . . my new boss. I think I might be in trouble. Contains mature themes.

I'm not the guy who gets the girl. Never have been. Never will be. So when I'm one part of a bridal party filled with a bunch of guys who look like they belong on the cover of Men's Health-not to mention the groom is the current "sexiest man alive"-I feel like the before shot. I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. I feel like the husky sidekick. And I also can't breathe from sucking my stomach in so hard. But when the tiny red-headed maid of honor blushes every time we make eye contact, I have to wonder-after making sure she's not looking at the guy behind me-does the big guy, the funny friend, the guy with a great personality actually have a chance? Do I even have the courage to take that chance? When our hotel room keys get swapped and she lets herself into my room, fate might just make that decision for me. Maybe I'm not the sidekick in this story after all. Maybe I'm the Hero . . . Contains mature themes.

Staying in is my favorite thing to do. So, if you relate, you'll understand my reticence about leaving the quiet comfort of my home for a night out at a noisy drag club. But it's for a good cause. My big brother is in town, and this is a chance to get to know his new girlfriend. I can't really say no without looking snotty like the rest of the Wright family comes across. My aim in life is to be everything my father is not. Lucky for me, there's another reason to attend tonight too. A tall, dark, and handsome piece of man candy going by the name of Banks Johnson. We met briefly this afternoon and let me tell you, the air sizzled. I'm likely to get burned if I get too close. But while I swore off men when my last relationship went south, when I find myself in the wrong place and it's just Banks and me who'll know, I decide it's the right time to throw caution to the wind. One night can't hurt, right? Unless I somehow lose my heart . . . Contains mature themes.