Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me. His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song. He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens. He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea. I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up. I'd have been better off not tempting him into anything more when I should have been walking straight into the friend-zone. Which I do, faster than he can say "Just friends." It doesn't matter that he spends more time in my apartment than his or that he smiles at me in a way that makes my stomach flip. That's just Tucker. Before I know it, he's my best friend. And completely off-limits. A weekend away is our downfall, and I pack my bag so full, I can't fit my logic. Because Tucker would be fine. But I'd end up in Trouble with the Guy Next Door.

How do you screw up your life in three steps? Easy. Step Graduate from college with no prospective jobs lined up. Step Move back home with your parents because no job unfortunately equals no money. Step 3: Forget to social media stalk the guy who broke your heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night. I should quit but living with my parents forever doesn't seem like a solid life plan. Jase Hale is the golden boy. Our boss thinks he's beyond talented. The receptionist sends him more flirty smiles and baked goods than is considered normal for a woman old enough to be his mom. I try to avoid him and his undeniable charm at all costs. He does everything he can to get under my skin. Every encounter leaves me reeling. Every smirk makes my stomach flip. I assume he's playing with me, just pushing my buttons like always, but when he lifts me onto my desk and shuts me up with his lips on mine, I'm more confused than ever. It doesn't matter that he's trying to prove me wrong. Having my heart broken by the same jerk twice in one lifetime isn't an option. He already blew his shot, and I have no intention of getting in Trouble with the Hotshot Boss.

From the moment I lay eyes on Liam, I know he's exactly what I want. Not for a lifetime. Just for one night. But as sure as I am that one night between us would rock both of our worlds, he's equally as sure that the two of us are a horrible idea. Until he needs me. One week, a fake relationship, and an offer I can't refuse. The pet names? Bogus. The details of our whirlwind romance? Completely fabricated. The way he kisses me? That feels way too real. Faking it with Liam is way too easy and forgetting why I'm here is effortless. I only have two jobs. Convincing everyone else we're in love and convincing myself we're not. But it's not that simple. He makes it easy to forget he's practically paying me to be his girlfriend. Too easy to forget that we aren't real. It's one week and my heart on the line. Everything was supposed to be fake. The rules perfectly clear, but I was in Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend.