Our one night together played out like some overdone cliché. The only two single people at a wedding, we practically fell into bed. I can't even blame it on alcohol since neither of us had been drinking. It was all Mia. I was drunk on her laughter, her scent, and her taste. Months later, I still want her, but that's not going to happen. We both agreed there would be no repeat of that night. Mia is my friend, and nothing more. I've rescued Mia from bad dates before, but never by pretending to be her boyfriend at a sex club. After spending months acting like there is nothing more than friendship between us, I'm done pretending. I have six weeks until my band leaves for our first big tour to convince Mia's she mine. I plan to win her over one seduction at a time.