His Package (Objects of Attraction Book 4)

His Package (Objects of Attraction Book 4)

<b>His package ended up inside my box. <br />Calm down, perv. My <i>mailbox.</i><br />As soon as I saw what was inside,<br />I knew two things:<br />It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret. </b><br /><br />Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people. <br /><br />My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?<br /><br />The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us.<br /><br />Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox.<br /><br />I know. It’s absolutely <i>sick</i>. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was <i>in</i>, if you would. <br /><br />I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside. <br /><br />His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew?<br /><br /><i>Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.</i>