Sleeping with your best friend is a terrible idea.I should know- I’m currently doing it.He’s been my work husband for years.My actual husband? Never gonna happen.He’s charming, cocky, and far too good-looking.But when my dad sends us to Miami to open a new branch, electricity sizzles between us.Maybe it’s the sun. Maybe it’s the mojitos. Maybe it’s my hook-up buddy walking around our shared space in nothing but a towel. (Rude!)So I make a brilliant, foolproof plan:Keep it casual.Keep it fun.Definitely, 100% don’t fall for him.Easy, right?Until he starts acting like my actual boyfriend. Then my feelings get very real, and suddenly, I’m the idiot who caught feelings in a no-strings-attatched arrangement.I just want this to not end in total disaster.One of us is going to lose this game.And I have a sinking feeling…It’s gonna be me.