The One I Hate

<p>I hate Simon Banks. </p><p>I also hate tequila. </p><p>The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant...ego. </p><p>The second makes me do questionable things. </p><p>Specifically with Simon. </p><p>Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. </p><p>Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night...or his hands...and that mouth. </p><p>But I have more important things to do-like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. </p><p>There's just one problem-he lives here.</p><p>I'm bound and determined to not let that stop me. </p><p>He's bound and committed to get under my skin. </p><p>And here's another thing I hate-it's working. </p><p>His smug smile. His clever jokes. The way my body heats when he's around.</p><p>Our looks of longing and the sizzling tension between us.</p><p>Not to mention his bare chiseled chest running past my restaurant every day. </p><p>He's becoming too hard to resist. </p><p>I'm starting to realize there's a thin line between love and hate. </p><p>Ours just happens to be two pink ones...</p>