They're not quite enemies. Not really friends. More like frustrated
balls of sexual tension and neither will give in.
Lance Gibson
drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone
booth, takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them
just for him. She didn't. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to
love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. All
sixteen times.
Mariah has a way of getting under Lance's skin
too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently,
and seeing the librarian in skirts drives him wild. She won't give in.
It's for the best, really, considering there's no way he could lie to a
woman like that and he's not about to tell her the truth about himself.
Not in a million years.
These two don't hate each other. They
don't really like each other. But for this to be a friends-to-lovers
story, they have to start somewhere, right?