I’m a no-strings-attached kind of guy. Have been ever since giving up on finding the perfect girl. I sure as hell don’t need anyone barging into my life and complicating things. But that’s just what this Lacy girl is doing. I try to stay away from her, to keep things on the platonic side. But I can’t. And after making a “mess” of some sexy lingerie she accidentally left in my shop, and not being able to appropriately replace it, I find myself in a compromising position. A position that leads to the realization that, no matter how short a time we’ve known each other, this girl belongs in my bed and in my life. For good.