Jordan Collins doesn’t need a man.
What he needs is for his favorite author to release another one of her sexy supernatural novels and more people to sign up for the romance book club that he fears is slowly and steadily losing its steam. He also needs for the new employee at his local bookstore to stop making fun of him for reading things meant for “grandmas.”
The very last thing he needs is for that same employee, Rex Bailey, to waltz into his living room and ask to join Meet Cute Club. Despite his immediate thoughts—like laughing in his face and telling him to kick rocks—Jordan decides that if he wants this club to continue thriving, he can’t turn away any new members. Not even ones like Rex, who somehow manage to be both frustratingly obnoxious and breathtakingly handsome.
As Jordan and Rex team up to bring the club back from the ashes, Jordan soon discovers that Rex might not be the arrogant troll he made himself out to be, and that, like with all things in life, maybe he was wrong to judge a book by its cover.
“I’ve always been convinced by a nice pair of lips.”
It was a fairly effective line, but Jordan wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. He took the next step, only a foot away from the other man. “Where in the world could we find a pair of those?”
“You seem to be in possession of two perfectly good ones.”
“So I am,” Jordan murmured.
Rex closed the gap between them, his broad chest practically pressing against Jordan’s. He wore the worst, most mischievous grin Jordan had ever seen, and he wanted desperately to knock it off his face. To catch this cocky bastard off guard and show him that he wasn't as in control as he always assumed he was.
Whatever came over him, Jordan couldn't explain. The heat of the moment, or maybe some underlying desire to show Rex he wasn't the only one with confidence. No matter the explanation, it led to the same result.
Jordan reached a tentative hand up and cupped the side of Rex’s stubbled chin, dragging his fingertips over the bristles.
“Are you going to kiss me and convince me to stay?” Rex asked.
Rex blinked. “Why not?”
“Because you’re going to kiss me. You’ll lift me up and set me on the counter and kiss me until you feel lightheaded. And when you’re done, you’ll say thank you and tell me that you’re committed to this club.”
Jordan waited, momentarily afraid that he’d been too forward. He’d fought too hard to take the steering wheel, and now, they were careening off the freeway.