When I walked up to the closest guy on the quad and mauled him with my mouth to escape my overzealous ex-boyfriend, I had no idea he was the stupidly hot star of the Pierson University basketball team. So what if it was the hottest accidental makeout of my life? West Wright has just as many scores on his headboard as he does on the court. And I have no desire to be one of many. But when my ex turns to outright stalking, West's unexpected offer to play the role of fake boyfriend suddenly seems like a safe bet. I have a few rules to throw down though, because despite his killer charm, I have no intention of getting involved with a guy like West for real, no matter how hard he tries to shoot his shot. It's not like girls throwing themselves at me is a new thing, but the hot brunette with legs for days who jumped me in the quad definitely caught me off guard. Shame my eyes are firmly on the prize-making it to the NBA. Which means I don't have time for relationships. Even fake ones. But after one hot kiss that hit harder than a three-point buzzer-beater, I can't get Monty out of my head. And I want her between my sheets. Next thing I know I'm her campus knight, offering to fake date her under the guise of getting her ex-boyfriend off her back. So why does this relationship suddenly feel real? And why aren't I bolting in the other direction?