En cours de chargement...
Life is fanfrickentastic. I'm an independent woman working for a multi-million-dollar company where I'm treated as a valuable member of the team and not an errand girl. I don't want nor need a man's approval. My abilities speak for themselves. Outside of work, gaming is my life, my escape, and I'm damn good at it. But girls aren't supposed to be gamers. Bullshit. For years I strived to be taken seriously, and I'm not about to let some freelance computer whiz steal my thunder.
Even if he is my best friend's roommate and hot enough to send my motherboard into meltdown. When I'm forced to team up with him on a project, our competitive natures and simmering chemistry only complicate matters. Is this game over?