That Wild Player

What's a good girl to do when she gets dumped via an email that's CCd to all her best friends?

a. run her jerkface ex-boyfriend over with a semi
b. hire a hit man on Craigslist
c. try online dating with her best friends cheering her on

Alas, online dating isn't what it's cracked up to be. But just when I'm about to give up, CJ appears. A Silicon Valley billionaire. Hot. Smart. Makes me tingle in places I didn't know could tingle. So perfect I'd ignore the humiliation of ending our first encounter with him clutching my bad-luck panties against his tight abs...except he's a player. The exact opposite of what I need.

But "no" is not part of his vocabulary. He wants me and pursues me relentlessly. He pops up as best man at my friend's wedding, at my office, in my home. He's sending me flowers, chocolates, coffee beans, you name it. Plus he kisses like he invented the action. It's like he knows all my weaknesses and is launching a siege.

Then my world implodes, and I realize being good and responsible is overrated. Can the wild player handle this former good girl?