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 while living in a foreign country. I knew I had to refuse - but then my rich and uptight grandmother called with her offer.
If I stopped screwing around, she'd foot the bill. How could I resist? Especially since I figured she didn't really care about my sex life, she just wanted me to keep my partying off the radar.
I was so wrong.
The sexy but annoying Chad moved into my apartment to keep me under surveillance. Why wasn't Chad dying to get into my pants like every other guy I've met?
One hundred days is a helluva long time to avoid temptation – even longer when Chad becomes the temptation.