When a porn star in existential crisis gets stuck with a socially awkward socialite for a roommate, some very inconvenient sparks begin to fly. Together, they’ll risk their hearts—and the wrath of a porn empire—when they launch a steamy website focused entirely on the most taboo of all subjects…women’s pleasure.
When the man of her dreams ran a hand across his devastatingly handsome face and said, “I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out,” Clara Wheaton considered, for the first time, the alarming possibility that she could get dumped by someone she’d never managed to date.
She cursed her wicked ancestors as she glared at the pineapple-scented air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror of Everett Bloom’s Jeep Wrangler.
No matter how many lines she’d fed her mother’s friends back in Greenwich about “pursuing fresh career opportunities,” she’d moved across the country because part of her believed she stood a chance at winning his heart after fourteen years of pining.
“I rented my room out for the summer,” Everett spit out the words like they burned the inside of his mouth.
“You…you rented your room?” Clara’s response came slowly, comprehension dawning with each carefully articulated syllable. “The one you offered me two weeks ago?” If he wasn’t driving, and her mother hadn’t made her memorize the etiquette of Emily Post in her adolescence, she might have lunged at him.
She’d broken the lease on her apartment in Manhattan, left behind her friends and family, and turned down a curatorial internship at the Guggenheim. All for…nothing?
Even compared to generations of storied Wheaton family scandals, surely this immediate nose-dive of misadventure would claim a land speed record.