The Inappropriate Bachelors Boxset features five full length books.
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five
To My Arrogant Boss
To My First and Last One Night Stand
To My Brother's Cocky Best Friend
To My Immature Ex Boyfriend
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
I'm glad you're happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no:
I do not want to have a beer with you.
I do not want to have a nude sleepover.
I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me.
I do not need you to serenade me through the walls at 1am.
And no, I have no interest in letting you take me on a date.
Sincerely,
Magnolia Allen
P.S. And no, I do not want to know how many accents you can growl in during
intimate moments. How is that even a thing?
P. P. S. Also, you will never find me standing naked in your living room ever
again, so please stop leaving lingerie packages on my welcome mat.
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To My Arrogant Boss
To Mr. Tate Howard,
You are quite possibly the most infuriating, annoying and grumpy man I've ever met in my life. I know you think that you're God's gift to women, but I have a secret to let you in on: you're not. You're God's gift to yourself. Get over your wanna-be cool surfer self and grow up. I thought it was time that someone addressed your big head and told you straight to your face that you're not all that. Just because you have an Ivy league education doesn't mean you're the smartest man in the world. In fact, I'm not even sure if you would have gotten in if you didn't have rich parents. Yes, I went there. Every woman doesn't want to sleep with you and I'm sure you're not even good in bed. And I'm someone that would know.
From,
Your Secret Not Admirer
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To My First and Last One Night Stand
To Marco (No, I'm not going to add Polo),
Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or should I say small? I don't want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You're insufferable and rude and far too cocky.
Don't worry. I won't be telling anyone what happened because as far as I'm concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. And no, that one act doesn't make you a gentleman. Far from it.
Also, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep. In fact, your shirt does the opposite. It gives me nightmares.
Millie
P.S. No, I do not want a repeat of last night at my office. I don't care if that's your fantasy or not. Stop texting me your fantasies, by the way.
P.P.S. The texts I sent you this morning were drunk texts. I was still hungover. Do not construe them as anything else.
P.P.P.S. Could you have given me any more love bites? There was no need to "mark your territory" because I am not yours!
