Best Man on Campus by Stephanie Queen

Ben Weaver here. I’m supposed to be the Best Man on Campus, so dubbed by Saint Paul University’s student news and confirmed by the Big Man on Campus himself.
Why? Supposedly because I’m smart and decent and, oh yeah, I’m the high scoring center for the championship hockey team.
It’s all bullsh*t.
All the same, I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with the likes of Jasmine. She takes the devil in her devil-may-care attitude to new lows. I’m not charmed by her other-side-of-the-tracks anti-charm and I’m especially annoyed by her dare.
It’s a very public dare meant to insult me. But she is hot and she needs to be called on her nastiness, so I take her up on her foolish dare to spend the night together.
What do I have to lose?
The thing I never expect is the devastating chemistry we have in bed, and worse, the vulnerable underbelly of the grittiest, toughest woman I’ve ever met.
The need to save her from her demons takes hold of me like I’m possessed by the she-devil, but her razor-sharp take-no-prisoners attitude runs true and deep. I could be too far out of my element.
In the end, I’m not sure who’s going to need saving after all…