I was twelve when I started crushing on him.
I was seventeen when I met him by chance and our connection was made.
Now here I am, twenty-three, and I'm one of the two actresses in the video for his band's latest single.
It ends up not being as simple as doing a job and going home. It can't be when he continually makes his presence known with his not-so-innocent touches and sexy words. I can make it through this shoot. No problem. It's only three days, right?
Three days sounds pretty simple and it would be if he hadn't become a regular figure in my daily life. There is no avoiding him and spending so much time with him, I'm not so sure I want to. I should keep my distance for my self-preservation, to avoid heartache, because where I only do relationships, Jesse Kingston has made it clear he does not. At all. Ever.
So, when he proposes a weekend together, knowing I should say no, I throw caution to the wind and instead I say yes. Whatever his reasons are for suggesting this, I'm definitely going to take advantage of the situation. We're talking fulfilling thirteen years of innocent to extremely X-rated fantasies in one glorious weekend.
The only question is: Is one weekend going to be enough? Will our time end up changing this bad boy? Or will it end up changing me?