INTRODUCTION

I'm far from perfect and just cruise along, watching my friends get married and fall in love while I'm stuck on the sidelines. Yep, I'm the designated driver, driving everyone where they want to be. My college years were just the same, with hot guys asking to drive them to parties and calling for a lift home when the night ended. Not one guy asked me out or took notice of me, and I never knew why. And then, everything changed when I accidentally stumbled into the wrong room and found a bunch of fancy guys chatting with Dominic Davenport. The dude is like the most famous person ever, and he's also a ridiculously rich bachelor. Talk about having eyes pinning you to the spot as he continued talking to the men in the room. He's perfect, and I'm not.