Fate is bullshit. Good things happen when you make them happen, when you decide the shitty life you were born into won't be the one you die with... That's what I believed, anyway. Until him. Asher Roth, the sweet, dorky, bowtie-wearing dentist. The first time we met, he saved my life. The second, I was paid to be his date. The third, I stripped naked in the middle of his hotel room, and he showed me how good it feels to abandon all my carefully made plans. It was supposed to be one night-casual-until our connection becomes too intense to resist. He says he wants to keep me, but there are things that Asher doesn't know, and I'm not sure he'll feel the same way if he does.