The Three Kiss Clause

Cormac Delaney was everything I hated about men-arrogant, smug and condescending, but he was also everything my body responded to-gorgeous, tall, brooding, and confident. Oh, and he happened to be a partner at the publishing company I was trying to get signed to. My book-"Fu*#$@Boys"-about how men are selfish, sex-crazed pigs-was one vote away from being published-his vote. But not only did he hate my book, he asked me a question that would change things between us forever: "How can you be an expert on men when you've never been in a real relationship?" He had a point, but I wasn't about to let him know. Instead I did what any self-respecting writer and podcaster would do-I proposed a radical social experiment. Cormac and I would live together for one month as boyfriend and girlfriend. If he could change my mind about men I'd withdraw my book. If not, he'd agree to publish it. My only condition? No sex, or anything physical, whatsoever. I never thought he'd go for it, but I guess I was wrong about him, in more ways than one. Don't get me wrong, I hate Cormac Delaney, even if he is easy on the eyes. . .fine, he's good looking. . .alright, he's hot as hell, but still! To do this I'm going to have to remind myself of a few things: we're only an experiment, nothing more. He's not the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life, he absolutely does not have a body that makes me tingle in all the right places, and I'm never, under any circumstances, going to let myself fall for him. . . Right?