It’s just a bet. Ten days until Christmas and all I have to do is avoid my roommate’s delightfully wrapped package. When the countdown to Christmas is over, I’ll be collecting my own present—a generous stack of pretty green bills. It doesn’t matter that every time he looks at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes, my knees quake. It doesn’t matter how every time he takes his shirt off, my heart skips a beat. Despite what my body wants, I know to keep this charming heartbreaker in the friend zone. This should be an easy ten days, that is until my roommate shares his best kept secret. Now the countdown to Christmas has begun, and all he wants for Christmas is me.