He was the ultimate bad boy. She was the quintessential good girl. Together they were perfect.
Everyone knew Tate Hullen had a reputation for sleeping around. The word ‘manwhore’ might have been mentioned once or twice when Tate was the topic of conversation. Pillow talk and breakfast in bed weren’t part of the deal if you were lucky enough to warrant an invitation back to his place for the night, and everyone knew that his promises to call sometime were just pretty, empty words. Still, there was no shortage of women lining up for a chance to experience his legendary skills. Because although it was anyone’s guess if he’d ever settle down, there one thing of which there was no doubt—he never left a girl disappointed.
He was perfect.
