The man was so sexy she understood why every member of the double X-carrying chromosome imitated saran wrap in his presence.

If the gods of Gorgeousness and Charm and Sexiness had a threesome, Jason Burkwell would’ve been the resulting love child.

At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn’t exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.

This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous.

She was thinking of doing a little Cuervo therapy.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

He didn’t know what was hotter, her Star Wars reference or the breathiness with which she spoke it.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.