Check Out that Billionaire

He’s been my ride or die since first grade… will my growing crush crash our good thing?

The one constant in my life has been my best guy friend, Cam. He’s trustworthy, sweet, and his no-occasion, literary gifts blow every romance hero’s grand gesture out of the water.


Still, he’s my best friend. And while he’d make the most swoon-worthy love interest for another girl, I don’t see him that way. Until he shows up at my library book club meeting and reads the role of the hero in the best book series of all time.  

When we reenact my favorite scene, all the book club ladies think I fainted because my mail-order corset was one-size-too-small. The truth is, when Cam touched my arm, my heart stopped. 

Then I discover he has a spicy romance novel by my favorite author hidden next to his bed. Now I can’t look at Cam without imagining him as the hero of my own love story. I crave to role-play just one steamy scene with him, but how can I justify indulging when it could ruin this almost perfect thing we have?