The goal? Get close to the college football star.
The assignment? Write an article for the college paper about him, just in time for homecoming.
The problem? I slept with the egotistical jock on day one… and I hate how good he was.

I’m a college senior with a darker past than most people will ever endure.
I don’t like anybody. I don’t trust them, either.
I write articles that bite, and get the best interviews out of people that the TNU college paper has ever seen.
Cocky? No. I just know what I’m good at.

Andrew Peachel is out and proud, and he knows he's a college football god.
But there’s more behind his golden-boy, dimples-and-muscles, himbo perfect image.
I have an all-access pass to follow him anywhere.
Everywhere.
And I bring him to his knees on night one.

In public, he acts like I’m the enemy.
In bed, he demands I give him more.

He’s bossy. Cockier than me. A problem.
But when he responds by becoming obsessed with me, how can I resist?