Falling in Between

What do you do when you wake up in a hotel room beside a tattooed man with a face that makes Tom Hardy look like the bottom of a shoe ? You fight through your tequila-induced haze, trip over his designer suit crumpled on the floor, and run. After all, you're 1500 miles from home. It's not like you'll ever see him again. Unless you're me. Fast forward six months and I somehow find myself in the middle of a bet with Mr Tall, Dark, and Tattooed that includes me owing him four dates. Four dates with an arrogantly charming man who I know little about, what could possibly go wrong? I'll tell you what's going wrong, my falling asleep in his arms on date three and realizing I'm in love with a man who doesn't even know my real name.