Blakely My roommate found her happily-ever-after in the middle of our lease. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad that she found her prince and they're shacking up. I swear I am. But I've got rent to pay. So when my cousin offers to hook me up with a nerdy Silicon Valley programmer who spends his days writing code and watching Japanese anime cartoons, it seems like the perfect arrangement, especially for a timid, socially-awkward girl like me. But nobody warned me that said geeky programmer would be performing said boring activities while shirtless and dripping his libido-igniting pheromones all over my new sofa. A girl like me can't handle all that charm and charisma in such a small space. Every time he smiles, it feels like I'm on the verge of a medical emergency and these heart palpitations are really starting to worry me. He can't stay here. His effortlessly seductive energy is cutting minutes off of my life expectancy. This living arrangement definitely isn't going to work. Nicholas I've got angel investors lined up around the block to fund my next project. Too bad I'm burnt out and lacking inspiration. I spent years working 18-hour days to build technology that will make a mark on the world. But it's taken a toll on me. I'm desperate for a change of pace. So when a buddy mentions a low-key opportunity in a lazy little Illinois suburb, I jump on the offer. Now, I'm rooming with sweet, innocent Blakely. She's got tempting curves, red curls and freckled skin that blushes every time I smile at her. But the girl is full of secrets... and she's got dirty, dirty mind. And now I've got a new project; corrupting that shy girl's curvy little body.