$50 GIVEAWAY and EXCERPT: Hands Off! The 100 Day Agreement by Candy J. Starr
Hands Off! The 100 Day Agreement
Published on December 5th 2014 Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
One hundred days without sex? Is that even possible?
When I got offered an exchange year to the Italian art school of my dreams, I nearly cried. I could barely afford college expenses at home let alone in a foreign country. I had to decline but my rich, uptight grandmother called with her screwed up offer.
If I agreed to her conditions, she’d foot the bill. So I agreed. I figured she didn’t really care about my sex life, she just wanted me to keep my partying off the radar of her fancy friends.
I was so wrong.
The sexy but annoying Chad moved into my apartment to keep me under surveillance. He’s impervious to my charms and for some damn reason, dead set on making sure I lose this deal.
One hundred days is a helluva long time to avoid temptation – even longer when Chad becomes the temptation.
“Ha, I win. You landed on Park Lane and I have a hotel on it. You can’t pay. I win. I win.” I’d have jumped up and done a victory dance if I could use my foot.
It was infuriating how Chad didn’t even get ruffled when I beat him. It took some of the joy out of it. I wanted him to give more of a sign. Not just a flare of his nostrils but some real loser angst.
“Wanna play again?”
Chad shook his head.
“What’s wrong? Are you scared? Scared I’m going to whupp your ass.”
Chad nodded and shot me a grin.
“I was thinking of heading to the gym. Board games don’t count as real exercise.”
“It’s totally exercise and you can’t leave. What if I need something?”
Chad grabbed my crutches from the corner and sat them next to the sofa. “You can get up and get it yourself. It’s just a sprained ankle. It’s not like your legs have dropped off.”
I screwed up my face.
“It’s a severe sprain. You were there. You heard the doctor.”
I poked my tongue out at him but he just pointed to the crutches.
“Well, can you get me some supplies to tide me over? I need things in reaching distance. Like if you made me a coffee in my travel mug, it’d stay warm until I needed it. And some cookies would go nicely with that.”
Chad sighed but he went into the kitchen to fetch my supplies. He was good like that. Then I curled up and hugged my pillows. Maybe Chad could arrange them in a more comfortable position for me before he left.
“Here’s your coffee,” he said and sat the mug down in front of me. “And here’s your snack.”
“No way. That’s not a snack.” I picked up one of the carrot sticks. “That’s a vegetable. There’s no comfort in that.”
“You’ve not moved off the couch since you hurt your foot. You can’t keep eating snack foods all the time. You’ll get too heavy to use your crutches.”
I threw one of my cushions at him. Then regretted it. I needed that cushion. Damn him.
“Anyway, you are supposed to be here spying on me not going off to the gym. It’s your job.”
Chad picked up the cushion and sat it back on the sofa.
“My job is to make sure you stick to the arrangement with your grandmother. If you can’t get off the couch, you can’t break the arrangement, so I can go out for a few hours. I could probably even take the week off.”
I picked up my phone.
“Hey buddy, I have a whole address book full of numbers here. I just need to call any one of these guys and they’d be over here in minutes with a nice big tent in their pants. You don’t need a functioning ankle to make sweet, sweet love.”
“You’d have to get off the couch to have a shower first. You stink.”
He went in his room to get his gym gear and left me sitting there sniffing my pits. It might’ve been a while but there are a lot of men in this world who don’t care about personal hygiene if it means getting their dick wet. Chad was just jealous.
“I totally could you know. You understand nothing about men if you think a little stink will put them off.”
Ha, that told him. He’d think twice about going to the gym now. Not that I wanted Chad hanging around with me but you can’t play Monopoly by yourself. And, since I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t do much more than play Monopoly.
We’d watched all the Harry Potter movies and Star Wars and every season of Gossip Girl. We’d even watched a bunch of old Kung Fu movies that Chad was into.
“Don’t you have some study to do?”
Chad had his gym bag slung over his shoulder. It made me totally want to get laid so that I could prove him wrong but then I thought about it. I’d only be hurting myself if I did. Man, he was trying to psych me out. By saying I couldn’t get laid, he planned for me to want to challenge him. What a cad. He’d planned this all along. I was way too smart to fall for his tricks though.
I’d stay on the couch forever if that’s what it took.
“I can’t study. It’s not like I just have to read some boring textbook. I need to be on my feet to create things.”
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