Our relationship starts as a game. I sneak into his bar underage. He kicks me out. Repeat. Maliki Bridges is the town's hottest bar owner. He thinks I'm the mayor's troublesome daughter. I think he has a stick up his a**. Once I turn twenty-one, we become friends. Nothing more ... Until my world is turned upside down, and he offers me his guest bedroom. It's a bad idea, moving in with him, but any opportunity I get to be around him I'll take. Consequences be damned. Becoming roommates is the riskiest game we've ever played.

Chapter One

*Sierra*

Age Eighteen

“Show me your ID.”

I’m startled by the edgy voice, and my path is blocked when a powerful body stands in front of me.

Oh shit.

On my What Could Go Wrong list, this is at the top.

I shift to the right, planning to make a run for it, but he cuts me off.

Please don’t be him.

If it’s him, I’ll die of embarrassment right here at his feet. At least the last person I’ll see before meeting death is good eye candy.

My heartbeat rages out of control while I nervously lift my gaze. I gulp when my eyes set on a face darkened with frustration.

If this is a dream, it’s not how I imagined one starring him would go.

It was more along the lines of me seducing him. Kissing. Us naked.

We’ve never crossed paths, but I know who he is.

Maliki Bridges, the owner of the Down Home Pub, the bar my eighteen-year-old ass snuck into.

A wave of light-headedness hits me—not from the liquor, but his presence.

I’m going to kill Ellie.

This was all her genius idea.

“We