Second Edition

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In retrospect it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my v-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In my defense the man has a French accent gray hair and knows a lot about books. The cards were really stacked against me making good choices folks.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I was probably naïve to expect a call after that but when he didn't it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If that isn't a sign you need to make a change I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau working as a nanny to an adorable little girl. Who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with in a grocery store parking lot.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ellis Delvaux has made it clear he isn't interested in a relationship. Unfortunately when you're a hopeless romantic spending that much time with someone you're attracted to in what might be the most beautiful place on the planet things happen.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And sometimes to avoid those things happening you come up with a list of rules to facilitate six-months of secret no strings attached sex with a man who is as off-limits as it gets.</span></p>