First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more
What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.
No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn't my usual type. She's defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I'm with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.
I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.
Chess is looking for a relationship. I've never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We're roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it's getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she's becoming my everything.
Trick is Now that I've made her believe I'm a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?